Artemisia
Before my brain can even register what is happening, I’m already 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 legs, he lifts me to have them wrapped around his waist, pressing himself onto me. I moan as he makes me feel his hardening d**k, causing him to bite into my skin softly.
“Fynn, wait,” I breathe out, and he surprisingly reacts, distancing himself from me.
My chest heaves as I look up at him
