Chapter 210

• Arni’s hands were shaping her naked body, stroking down to her thighs and then up over her. His fingertips, spanning the smoothness of her body and then lifting her so that he could press her into his arousal, had her raking her nails down the length of his upper arm, whilst she sobbed her sexual heat into the wet flesh of his throat.
• Had she parted her own thighs in open willingness, soliciting his long and deliberately erotic exploration of her intimate flesh, or had Arni parted them himself?
• Orla had no idea, and she cared even less. She couldn't think or exist beyond the sensual stroke of his fingertip backwards and forwards over her clitoris.