Ariel puts her hand on Darian’s chest, interrupting their kiss. Their eyes both burned with lust, and the whole room smelled of heat. Ariel was currently pinned to the wall with her left leg lifted by Darian and her waist wrapped in his arm. Their breathing, mixed with cool, refreshing wine that they had earlier, fanned against each other's faces. “I…I don't think we should do this, Darian. It's dangerous.” She whispered, but Darian wasn't listening. Instead, he went for her neck and licked it, teasing her slightly and turning them on further. “Why? We have done it before. Why should we stop?” Darian's voice was so alluring and tempting. Ariel rolled her eyes backwards in pleasure, trying her best to remain fully sane with what she was trying to say because Darian just wouldn't stop touching. “No…that first one was a mistake…this…this shouldn't go on…I don't think Luna would be happy to know this.” She replied, and Darian paused, finally. She was able to catch her breath. He looked into her eyes while trailing his fingers across her chin. “We can make an exception to it.” That was his response before he captured her luscious lips again, and Ariel didn't bother fighting back. She loved the thrill of it even though if they were caught right now, she could get beheaded.