When she was panicking at the movement outside, the man in front of her seemed to be enjoying it. His fingertips found their way along her delicate cheeks from her lips without any care in the world.
Oriana wanted to slap his hand away but heard the guards opening the doors of the random rooms and she heard them.
"No one is here."
"This room is empty as well."
"What are you doing? Get lost?" it was the sound of another man.
"Apologies, my Lord," the guard was apologizing to someone. Seems like they had disturbed someone who was having a good time for the night.
Oriana looked at Arlan in panic as the guards would be reaching their room soon but he seemed unfazed and lost in his own world. After enjoying the soft touch along her cheek, his fingers moved further down, tracing her jawline then moving to her slender neck, still pinning her against the wall, not giving her an inch of place to move.
