Alicia's P.O.V.
I lay in my room, the soft fabric of my loose top and pajama bottoms brushing against my skin as I stared at the ceiling, replaying the day's events in my mind.
I'm so happy,
A smile crept onto my lips as I hugged my pillow, the fabric brushing against my flushed cheeks. After so long, I finally saw him again.
The mories of the day replayed in my mind, every glance, every word, every mont we shared. Yet, a twinge of pain lingered beneath the happiness.
Even though we had kept in touch for years, his sudden silence had been unbearable. For a month, no calls, no ssages—it was as if he had disappeared. Those weeks of silence had been unbearable, each passing day filling
with fear that I'd lost him. I thought… I thought he'd stopped liking .
But now… now all of those fears had vanished.
Seeing him again, hearing his voice, feeling his gaze—it was more than I could have hoped for. My heart raced at the mory of his touch, the way his eyes lingered on mine.
He's even more perfect now, I thought, a soft giggle escaping my lips as my thighs pressed together instinctively. My skin felt flushed, a heat coursing through
that I couldn't ignore.
And for the first ti, he took the lead. My smile widened as I bit my lower lip. The mory of his boldness made my body tingle. I've waited so long for him to show
he feels the sa way.
But then the mory of that interruption crept in. My mood soured as I clenched my fists. That bastard Cedric ruined everything. If it weren't for him…
I forced the anger aside, focusing instead on the photo I'd taken with Arthur in the garden. I pulled up the image on my Aetherpod, zooming in on his face. My fingers traced over the screen, my cheeks burning as I whispered, "Oh, Arthur, you're so handso… I can't wait to make you mine."
The heat between my thighs beca impossible to ignore. My other hand slipped beneath the waistband of my pajamas, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. My breathing grew heavier, soft whimpers escaping my lips.
But it wasn't enough.
"My hands… they're not enough," I murmured breathlessly, pulling my hand away and sitting up.
The room was dimly lit by the faint glow of mana lamps as I stepped out of bed, my feet silent against the floor. My heart raced with each step as I made my way through the hall, the quiet only heightening the pounding in my chest.
Standing outside Arthur's door, I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. The thought of him, lying there, so close and yet so far, filled
with an unbearable longing. Gathering my courage, I turned the handle and stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind .
The room was dark, and Arthur lay peacefully in bed, his features illuminated faintly by the mana lamp's glow. My breath hitched at the sight of him, his face so calm and serene.
Oh, Arthur…
I tiptoed closer, unable to resist the pull of his presence. Lifting the blanket carefully, I slid in beside him, the warmth of his body enveloping . My heart raced as I pressed myself against him, my arms wrapping around his torso.
The scent of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of his natural musk and sothing uniquely Arthur. I buried my face near his neck, inhaling deeply as a shiver ran down my spine.
"Oh, Arthur," I murmured softly, my voice dripping with desire, "you sll so good… so manly."
My hand found its way to his chest, my touch tentative at first but growing bolder as I traced the contours of his body.
"You've beco so charming," I whispered, my lips hovering near his ear. "I can't control myself anymore."
I pressed closer, my fingers exploring his body, morizing every curve, every muscle.
"You were already so handso," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, "but now… you're irresistible."
My breath ghosted over his cheek as I leaned in closer. The heat between us was almost unbearable, and I couldn't hold back any longer. My lips found his in a tender, lingering kiss, the softness of his mouth sending a jolt of pleasure through .
Pulling back slightly, I ran my fingers along his jaw, savoring the mont. So, this is what it feels like to kiss him…
Arthur's P.O.V.
I was in the middle of a deep sleep when the faint creak of my door opening pulled
back to consciousness.
My senses sharpened instantly, though I kept my breathing slow and even, feigning sleep. My eyelids fluttered slightly, just enough to see a shadowy figure standing in the doorway.
A woman.
I stayed completely still, my mind racing. She hesitated for a mont before stepping inside, the soft click of the door closing behind her echoing in the silence. Her footsteps were light as she approached the bed, her movents deliberate and cautious.
The blanket rustled, and I felt the mattress dip slightly as she climbed onto the bed. Then, warmth pressed against my side, and a familiar floral scent filled the air.
Alicia.
I kept my eyes closed, unsure of her intentions but unwilling to reveal I was awake.
"Oh, Arthur…" she whispered, her voice a mix of affection and unrestrained desire. "You've beco so handso. I can't control myself anymore."
Her words sent a shiver through , but I forced myself to remain still.
I felt her hand against my chest, her touch hesitant but growing bolder with each passing second. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my neck.
"You know," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, "I've dread of this mont so many tis… you claiming
as yours."
Her fingers trailed lower, her touch lingering as she explored my body with growing confidence.
"That idiot Cedric," she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration. "He ruined everything. I'll make him regret it."
Her tone softened again as she pressed herself even closer. "But don't worry… no one will interrupt us now."
Before I could react, her lips were on mine, soft and warm. The kiss was tender at first, but the emotion behind it was unmistakable.
My heart raced as her lips lingered, the sensation leaving
stunned. When she pulled back, I could feel her hovering close, her breath brushing against my face.
I opened my eyes slowly, eting her gaze. Her face froze in shock as she realized I was awake, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
"A-Alicia?" I said, my voice rough with sleep. "What are you doing?"
Her confidence faltered, and she stamred, "I… I didn't an to wake you. I just…"
I stared at her, half-amused and half-stunned. Whatever excuse she planned to give, I had a feeling this night was far from over.
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