The moment Arthur's lips met hers, any remaining semblance of Natalia's hard-won restraint vanished.
A soft, surprised hum vibrated in her throat before she melted completely into the kiss, her hand locking at the small of his bare back to anchor him against her.
Arthur's kiss was clumsy, fueled by a sudden burst of adrenaline and sheer, desperate affection, but it was entirely intoxicating. He tasted sweet, and the heat radiating from his skin was dizzying.
Natalia deepened the kiss, her lips parting slightly as she guided the rhythm, teaching him how to move with her.
Arthur let out a muffled, breathless whimper against her mouth, his hands finally loosening their death grip on his bunched-up shirt.
The fabric dropped forgotten to the floor as his hands tentatively traveled upward, his fingers tangling nervously into the fabric of her blouse, then sliding up to grip her shoulders as if he were trying to keep himself from drowning.
