CHAPTER 29

MILA and ARTHUR

How many times, so many fucking times Arthur had pictured Mila sprawled on his bed, waiting to be his? And finally, finally that moment was here.

Mila swallowed as she pushed herself on the bed and turned her back to him.

A moan escaped her lips as she felt his fingers rake her back as he pushed her hair away. And then, he kissed her. He started from the nape of her neck and slowly moved down her spine. It was a slow trail, a gentle shower of infinite kisses, making her groan and moan and fall down in bed, helplessly.

"Oh, Arthur," Mila cried as he pulled down the belt of her underwear and kissed on her butts. Hearing his name from her mouth like this, excited him even further. Biting one of her butt-cheeks, making her shriek with passion, he moved back up her spine, kissing her over and over again.

As he trailed his hand up hers, she found her fingers. They were curled in a fist, clutching hard at the pillow.

Slowly, she turned at his insistence. The sight of hi