Artemisia

Oh, my Goddess.

I sigh, even if the fire expanding in my chest makes it hard to breathe.

Clasping the bedsheets, I withstand the first wave of pleasure rippling through me.

“Fuck,” I breathe out as Fynn’s tongue slides through my folds, making me wake up with a moan.

I lift my head, seeing him move between my legs with closed eyes. It looks like he’s tasting the best thing he ever had in relish.

“Fynn,” I moan, failing to get his attention.

His tongue continues to ...