Elara's POV:
The taste of Arthur's kiss lingered on my lips, and words couldn't explain how much I enjoyed his lips on mine.
His hands jerked up my waist, and roamed over my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his shirt, which I still wore, and it sent shivers down my spine.
Arthur's kisses grew more insistent, more urgent, and I felt his hands begin to wander, tracing the curve of my waist, moving lower until his fingers brushed the hem of the shirt. My breath hitched as his hand slid up my thigh, his touch both electrifying and calming in the same instant.
He paused, sensing my tension, and pulled back slightly to look into my eyes. "Elara," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, "you don'
