#Chapter65
The Ambaram
/"Arnold, please…/" She panted against him, her hand reaching to grasp the hard length nestled below her belly button once the sweet haze depleted slightly. Arnold gulped at the first touch and stilled in her arms as the shocking shudders swept past his spine. Her fingers traced the long scars on his chest with admiration. He was a warrior. Those were the battle scars, covering his body like an armor showing how strong this man was to defeat death on numerous occasions.
