"P-please…"
"What, dear?"
"N-Natalia-! Mmm…"
Arthur's eyelids fluttered shut entirely on their own as Natalia's lips finally claimed his, granting the unspoken wish he had harbored for days. Her tongue parted his lips, invading his mouth with a deep, deliberate possessiveness that left him utterly defenseless. He tried to breathe, but every gasp dissolved into a muffled moan, trapped securely at the back of his throat by the friction of their mouths.
All the while, Natalia's fingers found the buttons of his shirt, slipping inside to trace the sensitive skin of his chest. Her fingertips brushed against his nipples, which had gone entirely hard, straining against the cotton fabric.
