Chapitre 631: Erin's Declaration

The bedchamber was filled with an aura of warmth and intimacy. Oriana lay on the bed, her hands tied to the headboard, a blindfold covering her eyes, heightening her other senses.

Arlan knelt beside her, his touch tender and reverent. He traced his fingers lightly over her skin, starting from her wrists and moving down her arms. The delicate touch sent shivers through her, and she sighed softly, her breath hitching with anticipation.

"How does that feel?" Arlan whispered, his voice low and soothing.

"Scary," Oriana replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Arlan leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her collarbone, his lips soft and warm against her skin. He moved slowly, planting kisses along her neck, savoring each moment. Oriana's pulse quickened, and she bit her lip, the sensation overwhelming in the most delightful way.