This was no longer a dream, Arianna sensed it when everything was becoming too realistic. However, she didn't have the time to ask because Marcel had already begun to wreck havoc on her body.
A gasp tore from her lips when he slid his fingers through her core. Arianna moaned at that gesture, her hand now digging into Marcel's arm.
Her moan was loud and throaty, which made him swell. He could feel how wet she was down there and she grew wetter with each stroke of her clit. She was all wet for him.
"Marcel," She practically begged him to quench the fire inside of her because he was running his fingers through her opening teasingly.
Marcel's eyes were dark with desire in his gaze so smoldering that Arianna couldn't bear to look at him.
"Look at me," He commanded, rubbing his thumb through her as she arched her hips instinctively.
