Arielle tiptoed to reciprocate his passionate kiss.
It feels good to love and be loved.
Vinson made to unbutton her top, but she stopped him.
“We can’t,” she gasped, recollecting herself with some difficulty from the sweet torment of his lips. “I have to be up early tomorrow.” Despite the wave of desire nearly consuming her, Arielle remembered that she was supposed to go to Lightspring tomorrow.
Vinson was at that point aroused beyond reason. “Just this once.”
“Are you sure?” Arielle asked meekly.
He affirmed, “Yes, I promise.”
Without another word, he lifted her up, placed her on the bed, and claimed the prize he had been denied.
Soon, Arielle submitted herself to the gentle sway of his powerful hips. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was the indignant thought of how misleading his promise was for “just this once” to last twice as long as he usually did.
The room was still warm with the breath of the lovers when the first rays of sunlight streamed through the blinds the following morning.
Vinson was the one who awoke first. Content to just watch her, he gazed at her with adoration and felt his heart swell with happiness.
Meanwhile, Arielle smiled in her sleep. Unable to bear how lovely she looked, Vinson pressed his lips against hers and startled the latter awake with the threat of suffocation. With her eyes wide open, she found his handsome face so close to hers that their eyelashes fluttered against each other.
“Vinson, what time is it?” she whispered.
“It's already eight o'clock,” he answered with a chuckle. “Our flight is at twenty past ten if you recall. Were going to miss our flight if you don't get a move on.”
The news acted as a stimulant for Arielle. Jumping out of bed, she made a dash for the bathroom. By the time she had finished washing up, Vinson was already dressed smartly. “Why didn't you wake me up earlier? You know how anxious I get with flights.”
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