The crisp, early morning wind bit at Arthur's face as he stood before the towering iron gates of the Hall estate.
Monday morning. 0700 hours.
Beneath the pristine, tailored fabric of his Arcane Academy uniform, his body was a canvas of deep, throbbing aches. Faint friction burns lined his hips. His collarbone bore the distinct, purplish ring of a fresh bite mark, carefully hidden beneath his high collar.
The physical toll of fucking an A-rank Vanguard commander for an entire weekend was immense. Even with his monstrous Regeneration stats, his muscles felt heavy, packed with a dense, satisfying fatigue.
He didn't just smell like expensive soap. Beneath the floral body wash, the heavy, undeniable musk of raw sex, sweat, and Samantha's dark vanilla scent clung stubbornly to his skin.
