บท 425: A Taste of Him

Marcel was teasing her, Arianna realized when he tugged on his waistband and wouldn't let her see the real deal. She almost released a frustrated sigh, but Arianna wouldn't make it seem like she was the most eager out of the both of them. 

So she controlled the slow warmth burning its way down to her core, her hands grasping the edge of the ceramics harder. Thankfully the surface wasn't wet else her hands would have slipped by now with the way she was holding on tight. However, her clammy hands told her she wouldn't be holding on for long.

Marcel had switched to the warm water now and the fog forming around him made the sight more enthralling as if this was a strip show. Arianna didn't know what he was planning, but no show could compare to this one she was watching.