He leans forward to kiss her more passionately, spurred on by her pleasure. They move together well, and Arthur kisses at her neck, moaning against the skin there.

"Syeira," he groans, moving his hips against hers. "I'm... I'm not going to last long," he warns her, his face flushed and warm, his hair tousled. She looks lovely like this, her wild hair loose, her skin flushed.