Arthur planted short kisses on your lips, his calloused hands holding your cheeks. It was hard to see in the little light that got through the sheets, but you could make out Arthur's lips; the corners were turned up in a smirk.

He let his fingers wander down your bare form, which was already covered in marks -- marks left by him.

Arthur pressed a peck on your temple, leaning forward to whisper in your ear: "You're gorgeous..."