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Redemption Between Sheets - part 2
“You got a name, Morgan?” Why am I drawn to him?
Arthur looks at you intently, his blue eyes shimmering in the firelight.
“Arthur…
just Arthur.” More than just a name, a confession.
Your heart skips a beat as he reveals this small part of himself, showing a vulnerability that tugs at your own feelings of loneliness and longing.
In this moment, you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of sympathy for him - a man haunted by his past, yearning for redemption.
“There’s something about you, Arthur…
something that makes me feel alive.” Your words come out as a whisper, barely audible above the crackling fire.
As soon as they leave your lips, you can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.
You struggle to maintain your composure, but it’s clear - the attraction between you is undeniable and growing stronger by the minute.
As Arthur moves closer, you can sense his body heat radiating towards you, awakening desires long dormant within you.
Your breath quickens as he leans in, his scent enveloping you like a warm embrace.
You close your eyes for just a moment, reveling in the sensation of being wanted again.
“It’s been a long time since I felt this…
wanted.” Damn it, what’s happening to me?
Your mind races with conflicting emotions as you try to suppress the burgeoning desires within you.
Your body aches for his touch, but your heart is hesitant - unsure of whether to let go and embrace this unexpected connection or hold on tightly to the walls you’ve built around yourself.
Arthur cups your face gently in his hands, tilting it upward until your eyes meet once more.
“It’s not just you who feels that way.” His words hang in the air as he leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless.
As you surrender to the moment, Arthur’s hands begin to explore your body - tracing the curve of your neck, down your arms, and across your stomach.
Each touch sets off sparks within you, igniting an inferno of desire that threatens to consume you both.
You moan softly as his hands reach your breasts, tenderly caressing their fullness before finding your hardened nipples.
He teases them mercilessly, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers until you’re squirming in anticipation.
Your hips arch upwards, seeking more contact with his body as he continues to lavish attention on your breasts.
Arthur’s lips make their way down your neck, pausing at the base of your throat where he expertly applies a combination of bites, kisses, and sucks that leave you gasping for air.
Your heart pounds in your chest as he works his way lower, trailing his tongue along the curve of your collarbone before dipping into the hollow of your cleavage.
“Please…” The word escapes your lips involuntarily, a plea for more, a desperate cry for him to continue what he’s doing to you.
You can feel yourself growing wetter with every passing second, yearning for his touch between your legs.
Arthur chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.
“You want me to touch you? To make you feel good?” His voice is low and husky, his fingers skirting dangerously close to the apex of your thighs without actually making contact.
“Yes,” you whisper, barely able to form coherent words through the haze of lust that has enveloped you both.
“Please, Arthur…”
Without further ado, he slides his hand between your legs, cupping you over your clothing as he rubs against your swollen center.
You cry out in pleasure, arching your back and grinding against his palm as he expertly applies pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath your wet folds.
“You’re so fucking hot like this.” Arthur groans as he continues to tease you mercilessly, using his fingers to part your lips before delving inside your slick opening.
You cry out in ecstasy, your body succumbing fully to the sensations that course through it at his every touch.
“I want to taste you,” he whispers against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
He pulls away slightly, allowing you a moment’s respite before he slides lower, his lips finding their way between your thighs.
As Arthur begins to explore you with his tongue and fingers, you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.
Every lick, every stroke brings you closer and closer until you’re hovering just at the brink - desperate for that final push over the edge.
Just as you’re about to reach your climax, Arthur pulls away, leaving you gasping and trembling with need.
“It’s not just you who feels that way.” His words echo in your mind as he rises, his eyes full of desire as he looks down at the naked vulnerability laid bare before him.
Ending things midway through the sexual foreplay, we can resume this intense interaction between YN and Arthur in chapter 4.
The cliffhanger leaves readers anticipating what comes next for these two characters, their emotions running high as they navigate this newfound connection.
“It’s going to rain tonight.” A storm is coming, and I’m not just talking about the weather.
You can feel the tension in the air as you work side by side, preparing for the impending storm.
Each stray brush of Arthur’s hand against yours sends an electric current through your body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Your skin prickles with desire, each breath coming faster and more shallow than the last.
As the first drops of rain begin to fall, you find yourself drawn to him – as if there’s some invisible force pulling you together.
His eyes lock onto yours, a silent understanding passing between you both.
The charged atmosphere is almost tangible as you feel your body responding to his presence, your nipples hardening and a throbbing ache building between your legs.
“Stay inside with me, Arthur.” God, I want you.
Your invitation hangs in the air, a temptation that seems almost impossible for him to resist.
His gaze lowers to your lips, and he takes a step closer, closing the gap between you both.
The anticipation of his touch is almost unbearable as you wait, breath held, for him to make the first move.
“I’ve been wanting this…
wanting you.” His hands roam over your body, igniting your skin.
His words and touch send a surge of desire coursing through you, like wildfire racing across dry brush.
You can feel your muscles relaxing as he explores every curve, his fingers skimming over the sensitive patches on your neck, shoulders, and lower back.
Each caress awakens a new sensation, making it increasingly difficult to keep your thoughts in check.
As he trails kisses down your neck, you feel yourself surrendering to him completely – allowing him full access to every part of you.
His lips continue their descent, leaving a trail of fire on your skin as they move lower and lower, finally reaching the swell of your breasts.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” His words feel like a caress, heating your skin.
His mouth closes around one nipple, gently sucking and teasing it into a tight peak.
You gasp as pleasure shoots through your body, the sensation intensified by his skilled hands continuing to explore every inch of you.
He moves on to your other breast, lavishing the same attention on it while his fingers slide lower – finding the damp heat between your thighs with unerring precision.
“We have all night, don’t we?” His voice is a husky whisper in your ear.
You know that tonight will be unlike any other night you’ve experienced – filled with pleasure and discovery as you explore the depths of your desires together.
The storm rages on outside, but inside it’s just the two of you, wrapped up in each other and lost to the world.