Artemisia

Logan repositions himself behind me as Cayden moves his hands up and down my sides.

“Spread your legs apart,” Fynn instructs me and as soon as I do so, Logan pushes my hips back, opening myself to him.

He positions himself at my entrance, pushing into me slowly. “Fuck, finally.”

A moan explodes from my lips and I wrap my hand around the rope that is holding me up as he stretches me pleasurably.

“Fuck, you feel better than I had imagined,” he growls into my ear, ...