Chapter 90 - Things Would Work Out Somehow (1/2)

This was no longer a dream, Arianna sensed it when everything was becoming too realistic. However, she didn't have the time to ask because Marcel had already begun to wreck havoc on her body.

A gasp tore from her lips when he slid his fingers through her core. Arianna moaned at that gesture, her hand now digging into Marcel's arm.

Her moan was loud and throaty, which made him swell. He could feel how wet she was down there and she grew wetter with each stroke of her clit. She was all wet for him.

”Marcel,” She practically begged him to quench the fire inside of her because he was running his fingers through her opening teasingly.

Marcel's eyes were dark with desire in his gaze so smoldering that Arianna couldn't bear to look at him.

”Look at me,” He commanded, rubbing his thumb through her as she arched her hips instinctively.

”Take that gaze away and I'll leave you hanging,” He threatened her, intentionally teasing her again to prove his point.

She looked dazed and there was a flush in her cheeks. Her looks were sexy and Marcel wanted to see what she looks like when he makes her come.

Arianna bit on her lips and it was the slight sting that told her this was reality and she was very much awake.

”You broke your -” She tried to accuse him but that was the moment Marcel decided to add another finger, she gasped from the penetration instead.

Marcel smirked, ”Says the one who kissed me first,”

Arianna went red in the face, ”I thought it was a dream!” She defended herself. The harmless fun she had thought to engage in turned out to be reality. How was she going to solve this?

Marcel's smirk only grew at that moment, ”I see someone's cowardly enough to break her promise only in a dream unlike me who bravely takes what he wants in reality,” He didn't let out the part where he was the one that attempted to kiss her first.

Just like earlier, Arianna found out that each time she tried to defend herself, he would launch an attack with his fingers against her body, and this time, her hips rocked against the gentle sliding of his hands.

”No, no, don't close your eyes. I want you to look at me,” He commanded when her eyes had instinctively shut close. It was better to feel everything with the eyes closed and he was taking away that option from her. As always.

”Yes, that is it. Good girl,” Marcel complimented her just as she kept her eyes trained on him knowing what punishment awaited her if she does otherwise.

His gaze was smoldering and he stared into her eyes as he began to move faster, her core clenching around his fingers.