"Fuck it. I can't hold back anymore."
Arthur exhaled sharply, his restraint snapping as he glanced at the two women beside him—both flushed, needy, and waiting.
He didn't hesitate.
Leaning forward, he captured Alicia's lips in a deep, searing kiss.
Alicia moaned softly against his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, clutching him desperately as she pulled him in closer. Their tongues met, teasing, tangling—hungry, desperate.
The moment their lips parted, Arthur turned, claiming Eveline's lips next.
The saintess let out a sharp gasp, but her hesitation lasted only a second before she melted into him.
Her kiss was different.
Softer… yet oddly practiced.
Her lips trembled, yet her tongue slipped into his mouth with a skillfulness that sent a shiver down his spine.
Arthur's brows furrowed.
For a saintess, she was too damn good at this.
Had she really been pure as she claimed?
