Artemisia

Fire…

Fire is nowhere near the heat that I’m feeling streaming through me as he moves his hands up to hold my face as he kisses me.

I moan against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he moves his hands to the back of my head and down my body.

He lifts me up and slams me against the wall, beating out the little air I had still left in my lungs. His muscular abs press against the couple’s toy, making it impossible for me to think straight.

I let him devour me, ...