Filled with embarrassment, Oriana felt Arlan's warm lips tracing along her neck, his free hand running along her bare thighs, sending shivers down her spine under his delicate and sensitive touches.
'It should be alright. We are married,' she tried to convince herself, pushing aside her previous thoughts about her family and their sins. She could sense his desire for her, and somewhere deep within, she acknowledged her own attraction to him. They were drawn to each other, always had been.
She had come here to talk about important matters, but now it seemed unlikely that any conversation would take place tonight.
Lost in her thoughts, Oriana felt Arlan descending further, his warm lips trailing along the soft flesh of her stomach, signaling what was to come, but...
Rumble!
Suddenly, both of them froze at the sound emanating from Oriana's stomach.
Rumble!
