The morning came slowly. Daphne couldn’t remember going to sleep. Her body ached as if she had been running for hours the morning before, but she felt content. She opened her eyes slowly.
“Daphne?”
She looked up at Arthur. His eyes sparkled in the morning light streaming in through the windows. He smiled at her as memories of the night before came to mind. She averted her gaze, feeling shy under his gaze.
“G-Good Morning.”
Arthur drew closer to kiss her, stealing her breath as he slipped his tongue between her lips. Pleasure struck through her and she moaned. Arthur groaned, slipping between her legs, already hard and pushing against her.
“But, last night, Arthur…” Daphne’s face burned. “How are you like this?”
“I want you,” Arthur murmured, grinding against her. “Is that okay? Ca
