Artemisia

My heart skips a beat as Matthew steps behind me and starts opening the zip of my dress slowly. The gown glides down my body to pool at my feet, causing the cold air to graze my skin and raise goosebumps on it.

Fynn observes me as his brother proceeds to untie my flimsy corset, my body yearning for him to do everything he wants to do to me that is practically showing in his eyes.

The lust that I feel rolling from my mates in waves adds to mine, causing me to think that my panties ...