Artemisia

Before my brain can even register what is happening, I’m being slammed against the wall, my air getting knocked out of my lungs.

“Fynn!” I shriek after filling my lungs back up with a gasp.

I push against his chest, but he ignores me, leaning in to nibble at my skin. He lets his lips travel up and down my neck, overwhelming me with the friction he creates on his way.

Soon enough, I stop fighting him, and start melting in his arms, making him step even closer. As he grabs my ...