Artemisia

By the moment his lips finally claim mine, I become his hostage fully.

He pulls me down onto the lounge sofa and shifts to have me lying beneath him.

I moan against his lips as he moves his leg between mine and his knee further up, making me spread them for him.

Oh, Goddess.

Our glasses shatter on the floor, making me jump but he holds me down, without breaking the kiss once.

“Forget it. We can clean it all up tomorrow,” he snarls against my lips.

I hum, and he starts ...