[Warden's Office]
Click.
The door shut behind them. Locked.
Arthur barely turned when Camilla was already on him.
Her fingers gripped his collar and yanked him forward, her lips crashing into his with sheer hunger. She kissed like she needed it—like she hadn't touched another soul in his absence and she was starving.
Their teeth clashed, breath ragged, lips wet. It wasn't graceful. It was raw.
She pulled away just long enough to speak.
"You don't know what you've done to me," she panted, eyes wild. "Every night I sat in this office thinking about you—how you'd bend me over, how you'd use me…"
Arthur didn't respond. He just stared—hungry eyes taking in the flushed face, the slight tremble in her legs, and the quiver in her voice.
Then he grabbed her wrist and spun her around, slamming her back against the door.
His mouth found her neck, biting down—not gently. Camilla gasped, grabbing at his shoulders.
"Fuck—yes! Don't be gentle. I don't want gentle."
