‘After my evening shower, while standing in front of the wardrobe, I hear the window creaking slightly. Before I could turn, Arno is already behind me. Pulling me so close and harsh with his hidden blade right at my neck. “Stay quiet and I’ll take what’s mine,” he whispers with a very low tone. “Really? Show me what’s YOURS, monsieur.” He pushes me to my now closed wardrobe and rips me off the towel before I could realise. Placing his warm palm on my vagina and another hand fondling one of my breasts, he growls, “These are mine, YOU are mine, and I will do you as I see fit” while slowly dipping a finger in my hole. Then while I try to settle down in that pleasure of him fingering me, he pushes me to the bed and looks at my pussy and smirks from under his hood.

‘I tried to pull my knees closer to hide the embarrassment of him looking at me. “Don’t hide from me, you know you can’t,” he parts my knees, “and now, you’re VERY naked.” He slowly leans to kiss while he penetrates. I tuck my legs around his slim hips and grab his stiff muscular arms under his blue coat. He was naked below his hips. He slowly and calmly makes love to me and comes in me. And when he was done, does his pants, I mutter weakly at him, “Don’t go, monsieur… I hate your absence.” “I must go to the sanctuary, Bellec wants to have me execute a mission for him,” he says while sharing another passionate kiss and jumps out of the window, while I jump out of the bed wrapped in blanket, smelling of him, watch him walk ever so manly in the streets of Paris.’