ARTHUR
My hands were everywhere on Evelyn’s skin after I ripped her dress down, leaving her in nothing but a matching set of lace underwear.
I grew rock-hard between her legs, and she made it a million times worse by grinding her core right against my front, the heat of her burning straight through my jeans.
“f*****g hell, baby…” I muttered against her mouth, breathing in the scent of her sweet vanilla perfume mixed with pure arousal. “Don't start something you can't finish.”
She moaned in response, and the sound shot straight to my gut. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, sucking at her warm flesh until I knew it would leave a mark.
“Arthur…” She whimpered, tilting her head back to give me better access. We were supposed to be having a massive fight, for f**k’s sake… yet here
