The atmosphere was intimate, reduced to the sound of your steady breaths and the distant echo of nature.

Arthur was lying back on the makeshift mattress, his body relaxed, but his eyes gleamed with a soft intensity that betrayed just how much he was enjoying the moment. You were beside him, looking at him with that mix of tenderness and mischief that always managed to disarm him.

You leaned toward him, your movements fluid and confident, as if you shared a language that required no words. Arthur held you gently, his hands naturally finding their place on your waist. The connection between you was palpable, a bond that spoke of trust and a desire that didn’t need to be rushed.

You moved together in a rhythm that felt almost instinctive, a calm pace that kept you immersed in your own universe. Quiet sighs and knowing glances were enough to fill the space, your bodies communicating beyond the physical.

Arthur let out a low, husky laugh, sliding a hand through your hair with care. “You’re a storm, you know that?” he murmured, his tone laced with affection and a hint of humor.