As she speaks, my connection to Arcadia grows.
One glance is enough to turn me on, but there's more.
I worry about her safety and health.
I'm starting to trust her after my first apprehension.
I'm the free world's monarch, yet I'll do anything for her.
How come?
Arcadia’s pov
The world has put Martin in my path, and I'd be a fool to let him go without yielding to him. My mind and soul demand it, and my body craves his.
"I want you..." I murmur, grabbing his shirt and dragging him towards me. "I need you." I unbutton his shirt button by button, showing his sharp chest muscles.
He runs his fingers through my hair as I kiss his pectorals and untuck his shirt, letting it drift to the floor.
“I want you too... so f****d up, Arcadia,” he murmurs in my ear as I push my chest against his
