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The time and place never really mattered to you and Arthur. If you were in the mood for love, you were gonna ride it and just enjoy yourselves fully, indulge in each other's touch and presence, the feeling of just being together and so immersed in the love that you share. Nobody even bothered to comment when you were both entangled in each other's embrace when sitting next to one another, Arthur's clinginess to you only being enabled by your own, since he had a rule in his mind never to make you feel uncomfortable and learn.

Right now, that was the least of your concerns. After having a lovely date around Paris, visiting few of the cities famous monuments, enjoying some fudge soaked treats that sated your sweet tooths, there was something else that was brimming within the both of you and it had to be answered. As soon as possible. Even, immediately. Jumping into the nearest carriage, Arthur stomped his leg on the floor of the carriage to ask the coachman to move, the man asking repeatedly where your next destination was but both of you were a little too busy to respond, the lack of response from either of you an indication to what could have been happening behind the poor man.

The sound of the horses hooves and the wheels hitting the rocky road beneath you was enough to cover the muffled sounds of your moans as your lips were locked in a never-ending kiss. Your hearts filled with so much passion and so much love for one another, the moment you even broke the kiss, Arthur's lips were trailing on your jaw and down the column of your neck, your fingers twisted in his now even more muffled tresses of midnight blue, pulling at him and urging him back to your lips so you could savour the taste of him again. With the intensity of your desire, your nose bumped against each other multiple times, throwing you both into a small fit of laughter and giggles. I dare say that kissing in a carriage is very romantic in theory yet complications may occur."

Kissing your lips softly, Arthur waited for you to come down from your laughing high, knowing fully well that when you started giggling, it was not something he was going to be able to stop. Not that he would ever want to. The sound of your laughter, of your happiness was absolute music to his ear and it's the melody that he lives to hear. Clearing his throat, he looked up at you with a smirk that seemed both flirty and confident, a confidence that was only there because of the certainty that had been growing in his heart and shining through his eyes as he gazed upon you.

"You must know that I do not lack coordination or kissing skills. You are more than aware of that, hm? After all, I have you to testify for that." With the mirthful grin on his too handsome face, you leaned over to him, letting your lips draw closer to his before changing your trajectory and letting them land on that spot that you absolutely adored. That beauty mark by his lip that called out to you every time you found yourself looking at your man, every time you had been caught in his beauty, every time you were mesmerized by the fact that this beautiful man, a man who could even rival the Gods in intelligence, wit and tenacity. This man was yours and was acting like a cheeky little shit and you wouldn't be the mansion's favourite duo without the banter and the playfulness that you were known for.Your room had always either been filled with laughter or moans, amongst other sounds, of course. Looking into those blueberry eyes of his, you licked your lips and smiled, mimicking the same cheeky vibe that he exuded.

"My love." The tone of your voice catching his attention, the corner of his eyes crinkling as his smile widened, all traces of mirth dissipating as that boyishness that you had fallen in love with took over, the tilt of his head and the expectant look of his almost kitty eyes were the affirmation that you needed that he was now hooked.

"Since you've brought up the fact that I could testify for your skills. How about we put you to the test and I'll tell you about the results of your evaluation by the night's end. How about that?" Even in the darkness of the carriage, not even bothering to tell the coachman to light the, you snickered lightly at the look of momentary shock and offense that crossed Arthur’s face.

"Gods... I cannot even..." Interrupting his words, you cradled his face and rubbed your nose against his, taunting him further with a low “show me what you got, handsome."Within a split second, your bottom lip was prisoner between his teeth, his tongue brushed over the flesh before he began sucking on it tenderly, the sequence of motions falling into place, one after the other before his tongue swept in your mouth, mingling with yours in a passionate kiss that had you tightening your arms around him, your fingers pulling on his hair, lifting his head up to deepen the kiss even further. If that was even possible.

The moment the carriage came to a stop, Arthur didn't even allow you to break free from your kiss. Smiling against your lips as you eagerly savoured him, over and over again, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he kicked the door open and carried you out, placing you safe and soundly on your feet, the light of the street lamps finally illuminating your view of your man.

And you snorted. On and around Arthur's lips were big botches of smudged red, thanks to you snogging as the British aka Arthur would say. You actually did snort in that moment before going on the tip of your toes and trying to wipe away the lipstick from Arthur's face, only to make it worse. He knew exactly what you were doing and exactly how he looked like considering what you were doing, your face clearly saying how much you were enjoying how he looked, not that he minded.

Gripping your wrists in his hands gently, kissing your fingers and stepping away, he laced his fingers with yours and pulled you to the mansion, a spring in both of your steps, both of you feeling a rush to just finally be in your bedroom so you could do what you do. Breaking your train of thought, he radiated with glee as he opened the grand door of the manion.

"I am a man that is pleased to be marked by my woman and shall carry myself with pride as being yours." He grinned even wider as he heard the snickers and remarks of the other residents as you walked through the entrance, his chest swelling with pride and the smugness of a man who knew he would have his way with you. And you were definitely going to have your way with him, that was a fact and something that you both knew very well. Glancing to his side, Arthur shot you a flirty wink, the one that always had your heart doing somersaults in your chest.

Still, it wouldn’t have been the first time that you would have made a mess out of him, either with your lipstick, your blood or your mark or the other way around, somehow. Reaching the staircase, he whisked you into his arms, sweeping you off your feet, your heart falling to your knees as he trotted quickly on the stairs, your arms gripping him with your dear life, afraid that he might drop you. Which would never happen unless he was drunk and even then, his superhuman strength wouldn't even allow it so there was no point of even worrying. Yet, your voices boomed through the mansion, disgruntled grumbles and amused chuckles joining in, a contagious sense of cheeriness wafting over the other residents, the melody of that unknown tune that Arthur always hummed was now caught in everyone's mind. Why was it that Arthur had such charisma that had everyone caught in his snare?

"I always thought of you as the prince of my dreams but more like princess, right now." Plopping yourself on the bed, you kicked off your shoes and laid down. Arthur quirked an eyebrow, propping a gloved hand on his hip as his eyes glazed over your body. "Off with them, angel." You clicked your tongue, placing your hands behind your head and you were definitely not posing in a taunting position that made the handsome fellow before want to rip your clothes off you with his fangs."Is that how it's going to be?" You simply nodded and licked your lips, crossing your legs on the bed and kept your eyes fixated on Arthur.

Taking off the jacket of his English suit, slipping down his arms and placing it on your vanity chair, Arthur took your red lipstick from your stand, twiddling with it, the corner of his lip twisting upward in a knowing half-smile. You simply kept your eyes on him, probing him with small taunts, telling him whether he was nervous or he wanted to back down from the small challenge of the night. After what seemed to be a brief moment of contemplation, bright eyes gleamed your way, his footsteps soft on the flooring as he made his way to you, his movement almost cat-like in his masculine grace and flirtatious poise. He left you feeling so conflicted, unintentionally squeezing your thighs together as he revealed his chest, bit by bit, his shirt falling open with each button that was delicately unbuttoned, biting off the tip of his gloves and removing them with a twist of his head.

Kneeling on the bed, he grabbed both of your legs and spread the wide, hoisting you up with a firm grip on your waist and letting your straddle his lap. "So, you're going to tell me what you plan on doing with the lipstick you got there, handsome?" You held his chin in your hand, smudging more of the red lipstick on his soft lips, the colour suiting his skin much too well, making the deep blue of his eyes shine even brighter, those orbs look more mesmerizing than they ever have before.

He smiled up at you, red stained lips sensually spreading across his handsome face, yet his expression was soft despite the glint of mirth in those sapphires.It was too much... and you couldn't help yourself. "It is a crime against humanity that you're this handsome, Arthur. Melting... no, breaking a thousand hearts just with a twist of these lips of yours or a gaze from you."

Right now, Arthur was the one biting his lip, his hands was working on undressing you, yet his urgency was laxed by your words, you could see the wonder and the slight apparition of disbelief crossing his expression after you said what you had. If anyone knew how to tug on his heartstrings, it was you. The trust that he had built with you was like no other, becoming unshakable as mountains that would never crumble, until both of your forevers come to an end. No longer caught in being awestruck, he grinned, amused by the sight of all the smooth skin he planned to explore with his lips.

"Just need to get you all dolled up again, love. It was my fault that I ruined it for you." Despite your protests, he assured you that you looked undoubtedly intoxicating but he couldn't accept how he was the cause of the mess. Or was he? Whatever was on his mind, finally opening the lipstick, he cradled your cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing softly on it as he brought the rouge a levres, as the French called, and painted your lips in a crimson, the desire in Arthur flaring at the sight. The blood running through his veins rushing, his heart racing and his breath growing quicker, unable to keep his fangs from descending and peeking from his lips. All signs of the inescapable and undeniable need for him to satiate his hunger for your blood and his desire to claim every inch of you. If he could do only that, all day and all night, he would gladly do so."Allow me to take a few steps back, darling. Are you insinuating that I am possibly a modern day male hybrid of Adonis and Medusa?"

How did he get such a ridiculous idea in his head from what you had told him? Shaking your head at how snobbish your Arthur might come off, a giggle unwillingly escaping from you. That was just the effect this adorable and sexy man had on you. You knew that he wasn't snobbish deep down and being how he is, you knew that there was more to what he was saying. He was no longer the insecure man that you had first met but he was still that puppy, wagging his tail at every word of reassurance or approval from you.

"Would I use my looks to capture your attention? Possibly." Slowly, he was rid of your godforsaken blouse, leaning closer to your lips, letting them hover above them before capturing them in a slow and passionate kiss, breaking it before it could get too deep, afraid that he wouldn't be able to pull away. Placing a kiss right under your job, he murmured a raspy 'yes' before proceeding in relieving you from your bra, as he peppered the column of your throat to your collarbone with the softest of kisses, the gentleness of his lips brushing against your skin making the embers of desire within you burn brighter, your fingers travelling from his nape to curl around his tousled blue tresses, tightening around them after you had already forced him out of his own chemise.

"Would I render you motionless so I can make love you thoroughly and endlessly? Mayhaps. Would I trade all of that just to have a chance at winning your heart? Absolutely. Oh? Seems like I need more." Not recording what he had said, his lips were crashing down on yours, sealing them together in an electrifying dance that had you grinding on him, your entire body becoming more and more impatient with each passing second.

Holding himself back from rocking his hips to meet your thrusts, he busied his hands with the hem of your pants and your panties, urging them off you as you pinned his back to the bed, not allowing him to even break the kiss as you wiggled out of your garments somehow with his dexterous hands and support. Breathless, you pushed yourself up, your hands on either side of Arthur's head, his hair looking like a sex-induced mess when you had yet to even get started. "I have yet to finished what I started, love."

With a cheeky crimson-smeared grin, Arthur swiftly propped himself on his elbows, sucking on your collarbone before nipping his way to one of your peaks, licking around your areola before suckling gently on your nipple, the moans falling from your lips only enticing him to do more. "Ahh... Arthur... I think you're doing... great... so far... Keep going..." Arthur couldn't even think straight, acting upon his mere instincts as all the blood in his body rushed south, an eminent and excruciating ache that he was trying to ignore, your praise only urging him on. Biting on the hardened bead before releasing it, the hiss that went through your teeth had him chuckling as he kissed his way to your other breast. "I still have much to prove, love. The night is still young."

Opening his mouth to capture your other nipple, you threaded his fingers through his hair, pulling his head back so his eyes could meet yours. "I know what you're doing. I can see it." Smiling widely, he didn't speak and let you continue. "I let you paint me in red but Arthur... You are going to lie down like the handsome boy that you are and let me ride you." As defiant as he looked, he was more than willing to surrender to any of your demands."For tonight, I'll allow it." You both burst into laughter while you pushed him on the bed, both of you fully knowing that you have your way all the damn time.

You both burst into laughter while you pushed him on the bed, both of you fully knowing that you had your way all the damn time, in all things and with him especially. Bless his heart. Crawling higher up his body, Arthur couldn’t help but let his hands travel from your knees and along your thighs, brushing the softness of your flesh with the tips of his long slender fingers before settling his palms on your smooth behind, squeezing your cheeks with a boyish eagerness that reflected on his face. “How could I ever refuse you when you are bewitch me, love?” Before settling your knees by his ears, you looked down on him and quirked an eyebrow.

“Are you calling me a witch, Mr. Doyle?” Latching on to your inner thighs, pushing your hips down to his mouth, his fangs grazing your skin along the way, he murmured huskily."You? The only who has me captured in her snare? Never." Your shoulders began rocking softly, the warmth of your chuckles spreading over you when you suddenly felt Arthur's tongue trace a long strip between your folds, opening you up for the onslaught that you had been asking for. He growled "ride me" as he dug his fingers into your round rump, puckering his lips and sucking hard on your clit, the tip of his tongue alternatively flicking on the small bud, building up the pleasure that had you trembling all over. Squeezing his head between your thighs, you placed your hands over his head, rocking your hips over the wetness that he offered you with his tongue, small whimpers tumbling from your lips as you coated your lover's mouth with your essence.

"Heavens, you are dripping for me, love... I can't have enough of you." And you couldn't have enough of what he was giving you, his wet muscles was now entrapped between your pulsating walls, clamping down on him as he thrusted in and out of you, sucking on your drenched folds, having you moan and aching for something harder, something bigger to fill up your greedy cunt. Without any teasing, which you were more than thankful for, Arthur allowed you to fuck his mouth as you pleased, drinking up all you had to give him as your desire seeped abundantly into his mouth, his tongue not ceasing to fuck you, just the way you loved it. Feeling your thighs quiver, the knowing pulsing of your core announcing the edge of your climax which he graciously gifted you with small circles that he drew on your aching nub with the tip of his nose.

"Arthur.. fuck... fuck... Ah..."

The way you called out to him, the way you had quivered and given in to your deepest yearnings had Arthur wondering... how he was able to hold himself back from having you. Licking you all up, making sure to catch even the trail that reached down your thigh while you caught your breath, Arthur accidentally gasping out loud as he tried to adjust himself, the pressure of his own erection pressing against his trousers was becoming unbearable. Lazily sliding yourself down his body until your hips were hovering above his, you looked at Arthur, lips swollen from your kisses, smeared in red and gleaming with none other than traces of you. Smiling softly, he inquired. "How did I do, love?" Unbuttoning his pants and hooking your fingers in them to slide them down, you rubbed your nose against his and laid a small peck on his lips.

"You wouldn't have to do anything, handsome and you would still be able to blow my mind. I love you too much to be able to resist anything you do." Finally freeing himself from all constraints, your lover arched his back, your hand wrapped around his needy cock, sliding your soaked cunt over him, glossing him with both your wetness. Arthur chanted breathily, reciting a line from a book that he had written for you, a book that you had yet to know of.

"Your mere existence enraptures me and that's why forever would never seem long enough... with you." It was not uncanny that your lover would get all verbose with you as you both got intimate, serenading you with the sweetest of words, even sometimes with oddly funny expressions as well. Still, as forever allowed you to fulfill your deepest wishes, the weight of your passion would always take over, robbing you both of any intelligible thought, overtaken by your feelings, growing deeper, heart growing fonder with every passing day.

"I agree, baby. I agree..."