Artemisia

I cling onto him as he moves his arms to sling them around my body, making me wrap my legs around his waist.

“Damn, princess,” he breathes out, his chest heaving.

After staying like this for a second, allowing our heartbeats to sync with each other, he pushes himself off the wall and carries me to the bed.

He lays me down, pulling his t-shirt over his head and letting it fall to the ground along with his pants. I watch him with my bottom lip between my teeth, making him groan ...