Kapitel 595: Wicked Man

Holding Oriana steady with a firm grip around her waist, Arlan tugged and bit gently on her lip. Simultaneously, his finger slipped inside her, causing her to squirm in his lap as an erotic moan escaped her throat. Releasing her lips, he watched intently as his finger moved skillfully within her.

Her eyes met his, filled with a mix of embarrassment and desire. Despite the vulnerability of being watched, she clung to him tightly, her legs parting instinctively to grant him better access.

"You seem to enjoy this," he murmured against her gasping mouth. "How about something more?"

Her response was a louder gasp, one that could be heard over the sound of the carriage and horses outside. Another of his fingers slipped inside her, driving her wild and making her lose all rational thought.

"Arlan…" she nearly screamed as she felt his fingers stretch her, pleasuring her in just the right way.

"Shh! We don't want the people along the streets to hear you."