Inside the war equipment tent, the muffled sound of laughter from the party had given Aiden the perfect opportunity to have some bonding session with Arisha.
Aiden had pinned Arisha against a stack of crates, on hand grouping her plump hips and the other brushing her slender waist. She trembled under his touch, hitting her lips.
"S-sir..." She whispered, trembling as his lips ghosted over her neck.
Aiden chucked low, leaning closer, "What is it, Arisha."
She shivered at his teasing, clutching his cloak, "I... I just... If princess Lysandra finds us here... She'll be angry."
Aiden smirked, his lips brushing her ears, "Why? I am just appreciating my new wife. Lyse won't be that angry. Maybe a little. But forget it. I wanted to do this since I saw you this morning."
Arisha left a shaky breath, her body trembling, her face burning, "Anhh... Sir... Please be gentle." She let out a soft moan, her arms cradling his neck. His hand slid down her thighs, tracing slow circles.
