Arthur's lips crushed into hers without warning. It was nothing like their previous kiss.
This was hungry. Messy. Deep.
Saria's eyes widened at first, her hands pressing against his chest to push him away, but the moment his tongue forced its way into her mouth, her strength began to falter.
Her body was heating up again—unnaturally fast. Why can't I muster my strength?
Damn it… she thought. Is it him? His scent?
Her heart pounded. Her thighs squeezed shut instinctively, and she let out a muffled whimper into his mouth as he took full control of the kiss. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against him, his erection grinding against her lower belly through the fabric.
She trembled.
Her hands, which had been pushing, now gripped at his shirt instead.
Arthur pulled back slightly, just enough for a whisper.
"Still trying to pretend you're unaffected?"
Saria didn't answer—she couldn't. Her lips were swollen, wet, trembling.
Then his mouth moved to her neck.
