Arno Victor Dorian

‘I feel the grip of Arno’s strong, deft fingers lacing into mine as he anchors my hands above my head, pinning me down onto his bed. I hear his soft husky groans, taste the sweetness of his kisses as he enters me, filling me up with each urgent thrust. I am clinging to him, whispering my desperate need for him into his ear, sighing as I reach the peak of pleasure. I feel my own agonizing, shuddering orgasm wash over me; and he comes slightly after, spilling his seed onto my thighs and belly.’

‘I started to play Assassin’s Creed Unity again. I missed seeing our sexy French assassin Arno. I wish he would appear behind me and take me in the middle of the night.’

Confession [@realayaofalexandria]

‘I feel Arno’s rough stubble rub against my inner thighs as he eats me out. In between his licks and kisses in my most intimate of places, he boldly looks up at me to see how he’s reducing me to a hot, blushing mess. Just with this foreplay alone I’m driven to my shivering, toe-curling orgasm, gasping his name into the pillows. Finally, rigid and ready, he enters me, and I’m driven to even greater heights of passion.’

After so much drama going on at another area of my life, I want to be swept by Arno be ripped of my clothes and showered with kisses as we make love to each other. I helped him forget his pain in the past, now it’s his turn 

Confessed by @jeweledfaith

‘It’s another grand ball at the Palais de Versailles, and as the guests crowd to the windows to watch the fireworks, Arno takes my hand, and with a playful half-smile, leads me towards the private chambers in the back. The doors have only just locked behind us before we are all over each other, kissing passionately, desperate and hungry for each other. He undoes his breeches and I gather up my skirts, and amidst all the finery we fuck, the roar of the fireworks drowning out our moans.’

I press myself against Arno’s bare chest, letting my hands wander across his broad shoulders, slip my fingers through his loosened hair. My need for him grows, and I let him now my desperation through my eager kisses, my barely-suppressed moans. His hunger matches mine. He guides my hand to the hot mound between his legs and I stroke the shape of his manhood pressing through his breeches. It’s not long until I free him, sighing in gratification as he slips inside me.