When Arthur judged the moment right, he withdrew his fingers. The motion drew a dissatisfied moan from Mia, who clamped her thighs tightly around his waist.
At the sight, Arthur impatiently flung aside his already disheveled night-robe, bent low to kiss the tear-streaked face of Mia, then surged forward with a powerful thrust of his hips, burying himself deep inside her searing heat.
"Ah…" Both cried out in unison, a sound of pure fulfillment.
One was uncontainable excitement; the other, an anguished moan. A rigid, burning shaft—far thicker than two fingers—pierced her narrow body.
"Mia…" In the pitch-black night, that moan, saturated with love, echoed; every syllable sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard it.
Arthur remained motionless after entering, leaving Mia's entire body prickling with unbearable itch. Already accustomed to him, she now craved an even deeper invasion. She flung her arms around his neck, pressing her entire body flush against his powerful frame, clenching him even more tightly with her molten core.
No one could stay calm under such circumstances—least of all Arthur. He encircled the slender body of his beloved, lifted one of her legs slightly for better access, and plunged even deeper.
There was no further hesitation; he seized control of the rhythm, and the thick, turbid flames of passion truly ignited.
After countless eruptions of ecstasy, they lay side by side on the bed, drenched in sweat and fluids, limbs limp with exhaustion. Yet the desire blazing inside Mia had not diminished in the slightest; the wildfire of lust coursing through her showed no sign of abating. In the throes of their passionate union, it acted like the most potent aphrodisiac, spurring and catalyzing them to explore each other ever more deeply.
Why… why had her body become like this? As if drugged… the strongest aphrodisiac… this state would persist until the effect wore off… endlessly…
Unknowingly, they slipped into another round of lovemaking. The man atop her drove in with a deep, forceful thrust; as Arthur shuddered, Mia's senses zeroed in on their joined bodies. A hot torrent flooded the depths already brimming with warmth.
The sensation instantly whipped her inner desire into a frenzy again, streaking through her mind and body. She opened her mouth in agonized, unbearable cries—yet she heard no sound. Was she too exhausted to voice it?
So tired, so utterly spent… why did she still crave more?
No… no… it hurts… stop… this isn't her body, it's wrong, something's wrong…
She struggled to open her tear-blurred eyes and looked up at her lover, propped on his arms above her, chest heaving as he caught his breath.
Arthur… I feel so strange… Why is this happening? Arthur… It hurts so much… What should I do? I don't want this…
Had he heard her silent cry for help?
Arthur's gaze locked onto hers, burning hot. At some point, his eyes had shifted to a profound, deep blue. Breathing scalding air against her fevered ear, he rasped, "Tell me, Mia… do you want it, or do you want more?"
His voice was gentle, but he shifted deliberately, stirring the rigid, searing heat still buried deep inside her.
Aaaah…! Scalding tears streamed down her cheeks; Mia screamed soundlessly under the torment of desire. Though her body was utterly spent, she still craved Arthur's invasion, his possession.
"Mia, you want more, don't you?" he murmured low, teasing, tormenting her on purpose.
She hated how he toyed with her now! Her desire had clearly been reignited—why even ask—mmph, she couldn't speak, her body limp with exhaustion—how was she supposed to answer this man who loved to tease her?
"If you don't answer, I'll take it as a no…" Arthur warned, and true to his word, he began to ease slowly out of her.
Unable to speak, Mia could only gasp under his deliberate provocation. Her hypersensitive, fevered body trembled, every thought consumed once more by the flames of lust.
Just as Arthur was about to withdraw completely, her relaxed passage clenched involuntarily, gripping the cunning intruder. Thinking herself too weak to move, Mia suddenly locked her legs around his waist, pulling his retreating heat back deep inside.
"Oh, Mia, you're absolutely on fire tonight," Arthur said, his gaze sinking into her face twisted with unbearable need.
Stop talking! Just stop! Mia didn't understand why she'd become like this. Her body had turned ravenous, wanting only to merge with Arthur again and again, until she died from it.
"Don't be afraid, Mia. Because I'm the same—I want to stay buried forever in your scorching, burning body, never leaving…" Arthur whispered, gently wiping the tears from her dazed face.
Moments later, passion surged anew, fiercer than ever in their total surrender.
High in the sky, the moon still shone with its clear, pale-yellow glow. The night was far from over.
The next day, Mia didn't wake until noon.
When she opened her eyes, she was alone in the room. Sunlight spilled across the floor, helping her guess the hour.
Good, I slept in. Time to get up, she thought.
She instinctively tried to push herself upright, only to grimace as a wave of soreness crashed over her.
"My back hurts so much!" With a muffled thump, Mia collapsed back onto the bed, clutching her aching waist.
"Why is this happening?" She couldn't recall what had left her whole body in such pain.
She cautiously stretched her legs to ease the stiffness, but the motion triggered a fresh stab of agony.
"Ugh!" A dull, shameful ache pulsed deep between her thighs, sharp enough to make her want to roll off the bed. "Ow, it hurts!"
Why does my body hurt like this? Panting, Mia shifted into a position that eased the pain a little and tried to think.
Then it hit her… Oh… last night with Arthur… all night…
Not just cooperating—her endless, insatiable demands… Face burning, Mia yanked the quilt over her head.
Let me suffocate in here. Then I'll never have to face anyone again. I'm mortified!!!
"Mia, are you trying to smother yourself? You'll suffocate!" Arthur's voice cut through the quilt, startling her. He grabbed the edge and tugged, trying to pull her out.
"Mia!" She clung desperately to the quilt, refusing to let go. Arthur raised his voice slightly, then gave a firm yank. The quilt flew off and landed in a heap across the room.
Even without the quilt, Mia turned her head away, hands clamped over her flaming face.
"Mia!" Arthur sighed, half-amused, half-exasperated. He gripped her shoulders, gently turning her to face him, then pried her hands from her cheeks. "What are you hiding from?"
"Don't look at me!" He'd already tossed away every possible shield—quilt, pillows, throw blanket, even the nightgown scattered at the head of the bed. He even pinned her wrists. Out of options, Mia lifted her scarlet face and snapped, "Leave me alone!"
"How can I leave you alone? I'd know why even if you didn't tell me." Arthur arched a brow, unfazed. "Mia… are you embarrassed about how… enthusiastic you were last night?"
"Arthur!" Mia glared at him, eyes brimming red.
"Alas…" Arthur sighed, cutting off whatever teasing remark he'd been about to make. It seemed he was truly doomed to be ruled by Mia for life; the little girl knew exactly how to rein him in.
"All right, all right, I'll stop. I just came to check on you—see how you're feeling now. Still hurting? Anywhere especially painful?" Releasing her wrists, Arthur reached to slip off the nightclothes he'd put on her after cleaning her while she was unconscious. To his surprise, Mia suddenly shot out a hand and blocked his wandering fingers.