Closer

ARYA’S POV And he didn’t stop. His hands roamed my body, one tangling in my hair to tilt my head, the other sliding up my thigh, pushing my pants longer. His fingers traced the damp evidence of my arousal. He leaned back enough to growl in my ear. “You have been fighting this for so long?” That anger of yours... it's just foreplay.” I leaned back, my chest heaving. “Maybe I want to fight.” But even as I said it, my legs parted slightly and he smirked and shifted closer. His hand returned to my thigh, hus fingers dipping under the edge of my panties. “Then fight me,” he challenged, voice husky. But instead of words, his mouth found mine again, his tongue exploring with deliberate strokes that mirrored his finger. I moaned into him, my hands roaming his arms, and pulling him closer. “You're mine to ruin,” he whispered, nipping at my earlobe. “And I'll make it worth every sin.” His hands stripped away my clothes and I helped him shrug everything off until I lay bare beneath him, my