Page 59 of Artemis

“I’ll stretch. Come on, let me take control,” Artemis begged, taking his fingers right to the root. “I may be out of practice with the real thing, but remind me to show you my toy collection sometime.”

“That sounds like fun,” Finley replied, pulling his hands away from her. “Do you need help positioning— Nevermind,” he groaned the last word as she lined him up and sank onto the head.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” Artemis gasped, dropping both hands to his chest to brace herself. “You feel so damn good.” After the initial breach, her body relaxed and he slid a couple inches inside her. She curled her fingernails into his pectorals and arched her back, taking him in even further.

“Will you be able to move?” Finley asked, his voice sounding strangled. “You feel amazing, but I’m not used to just lying here.”

“It’s your turn to be patient,” Artemis teased. “Just... give me a second...” She sat up as straight as she was able, taking the rest of him until she felt his coarse pubic hair tickle her clit. Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent moan, unable to make a sound over the sparkles in her nervous system. Her channel rippled around him, squeezing her pleasure at being filled so completely.

Finley’s hands flew to her hips. “What you do to me, woman,” he rasped. “Just when I think you can’t get sexier, you blow me away again.”

Artemis cracked a lazy smile at that. “I’m just trying to adjust to having my insides rearranged by your dragon cock.”

“That’s not my dragon cock. It’s very different.” Finley smirked up at her and her jaw dropped at the insinuation.

She shook the erotic mental images away, focusing on the present.

The veryfullpresent.

Finley put his hand over her lower belly and twitched inside her, making her whimper. “I can see the bulge of me inside you,” he whispered reverently.

“You like that?” Artemis strained upward, thigh muscles working, only to slam down, taking him to the hilt.

Eyes flaring ice blue for a moment, Finley took control, surging up to join her in a seated position. “You overestimate my strength of will,” he growled. Banding his arms around her waist, he flipped them in a smooth motion.

And then he started pounding into her.

The slapping of their flesh together echoed in her room, the slick providing the perfect counterpoint on each outward motion.

Artemis felt wild, desired, shattered into tiny pieces and put back together again to be made whole... Her world had narrowed to a focus, and it was all on this man and how he made her feel.

She came again, hard, eyes slamming shut and back arching from too much pleasure, too much emotion. When she recovered, she realized that Finley had slowed his strokes and was blinking rapidly.

“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned. “Did something get in your eye?”

“You flared brighter than usual that time,” he answered, lowering his head to lick at her collarbone. “I wasn’t expecting it. How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” she said happily.

“Are you ready for the big finale?” He swallowed hard, his gaze piercing in its intensity. “Are you sure you want to be mated to me?”

“I’m one hundred percent sure,” she reassured him. “What do I need to do?”

“Let me bite you.” Finley bared his teeth, and she noticed that they looked slightly sharper than usual. “You just relax and let the orgasm take you.”

Artemis chuckled. “I can do that. Oooh—” she broke off.

“What?”

“That last thrust hit pretty— Oh God,yes!— spectacularly. Yes, right there!” A small corner of her mind remembered that she had to keep her cries quiet so as not to wake Alexander, but it was getting harder and harder to care. “Next time, Luna is babysitting at her house,” Artemis said with a moan.

“Oh?” Finley looked smug.

She wished she could wipe that expression off his face, but her nerves were starting to spark again, her muscles tightening in anticipation of release. “Let’s just say that I don’t get the urge to scream out my dildo’s name.”

“And that would be?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

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