Page 54 of Artemis

“Can I kiss you?”

“If you don’t, I might have to do something drastic.”

God—no,Goddess, he loved this woman.

“Hmm, I don’t know. I kinda like it when you do something drastic,” he teased.

Artemis smirked at him. “Then you’ll love this.” Her hands left the sides of his face to curl around the back of his head, bringing his mouth to hers.

The kiss started out tentative, her soft lips brushing gently against his, but they grew more insistent as time went on. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, dancing with his.

He felt dizzy, all the blood in his body rushing down between his legs, her weight and warmth directly on top of him. “Artemis,” he murmured, cupping her ass in his hands and encouraging her to rock her hips.

“Ohhh,” Artemis groaned, grinding down against the fly of his jeans while she gasped against his skin. “I want to see you.” Her hands slipped under his shirt, yanking it up his torso.

He helped her take it the rest of the way off, reluctantly removing his hands from her body. The instant he took over with his shirt, she went for his belt and zipper, opening them with nimble fingers, tugging them aside and growling when she couldn’t get an opening large enough.

Finley chuckled. “Hang on. Let me stand up for a sec.”

Shifting onto the floor on her knees between his spread thighs, she blinked up at him innocently.

He groaned and put one hand through her hair. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Seeing you like this... I’m not going to last long.”

“That’s okay. I’m out of practice and my jaw will probably get tired,” she teased.

Trying not to think about that, Finley stood and pushed his jeans and underwear over his ass. She enthusiastically pulled them the rest of the way down to his ankles before grabbing his cock and licking up the underside with gusto. At the head, she swirled her tongue around the crown and swallowed his length until he felt the back of her throat. His knees shook.

“Gotta sit,” he croaked.

She hummed acknowledgement and followed him back down to the couch, starting up a rhythm bobbing her head over him, her saliva dripping out the corners of her mouth.

Hereallywasn’t going to last long. “Artemis,” he gasped. Finley traced her jaw with the fingers of one hand, feeling the stretch at the joint. “Going to come,” he warned her.

She hummed again and deepened her strokes, taking him all the way to the root. He could see her throat expanding around his cock and it set him off, his balls tucking up against his body, tingles exploding along his nerve endings from his scalp to his toes. His fists clenched tight, his head thrown back on the couch, he shot down her throat, overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure.

Artemis wiped delicately at the corner of her mouth when she moved from the floor back onto his lap. “Was that okay?”

“Okay?” Finley squeaked, feeling liquefied. “That doesn’t even come close to describing it.”

Smirking, Artemis got to her feet. “There’s a lot more where that came from, if you want.”

Recovering swiftly, Finley yanked her by her hand onto his lap, crushing her against him. “Oh, Iwant,” he growled. “I want you to be my mate. I want forever.”

She shivered in his hold, her jaw dropping a little.

He searched her gaze.

Had he gone too far too fast?

But her silver eyes were shining with hope, not fear, so he tilted her head slightly with one large hand—he felt so big when he was around her—and tipped his chin to press their lips together. She surrendered to him immediately, welcoming him into her mouth. Finley tasted his essence on her tongue and his head spun at the very thought of how it got there.

He pulled back from her slightly, their breathing ragged as it washed over their skin. “Take off your clothes,” he rasped, barely recognizing his voice.

Her pupils dilated further, almost swallowing the silver. In a heartbeat, her sweater was off, knocking her glasses askew, and halfway across the room as she flung it away.

Enthusiastically, Finley cupped her breasts, using fingers, tongue, lips, and teeth to draw little sighs, moans, and cries of pleasure from her. “You are so fucking hot,” he breathed against her sternum. “These...” He pulled lightly on the barbells. “Are my absolute favorite thing ever.”

“I can tell,” Artemis moaned. “Feels so good, you have no idea.” She rocked her hips and Finley was surprised to note that his erection had returned full force. “Finley, I need you inside me now. We can talk about the mate thing later.”

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