Page 141 of Artemysia
He lingers, waiting for me to decide.
I reach down to unbutton his shirt, and he shucks it off the rest of the way.
I love staring at his powerful chest and can’t help tracing my fingertips in the soft hair between his broad pecs.
He shivers at my touch.
“Let you be in charge?” I ask, grinning.
He’s on his knees. “Perhaps you’d listen to me for a bit.” His tongue lashes up my center, slick and wet, and my legs jerk in the air as I writhe against his mouth. “For one night.”
“I—I’m listening,” I stammer. My spine goes rigid, arching, as he continues to lap at me, circling around my clit. I grasp a bedpost, anchoring myself in place.
“And…you’ll let go? With me? Be completely mine?” His eyes overwhelm me with a fiery, lustful glow from within.
I want to answer honestly. I know what he’s asking. To be his means to be attached to him, body and soul—to let go of control of my heart.
“Yes.”
“Yes? Then, will you—” His voice is uneven, a sudden look of vulnerability flashes across his face. “When I’m in you, will you tell me…that…” He pauses, slowly pulling back.
He clears his throat to start again. “Never mind. Forget it.”
I give him a stern look. “Don’t shut me out. You said that to me. You don’t allow me to do it to you.”
“Alright, fine. Will you tell me again, what you said earlier…that I mean something to you? That I’m not nothing?” he blurts.
He can’t bring himself to ask for the exact words, but I know what he wants.
He’s asking me to tell him that I have feelings for him during sex.
Because no one ever has.
I think hard. Not because I don’t want to, but because I consider whether I am capable of letting myself surrender to my deepest emotions for the night. Especially this night.
Everything has changed. Our world is upside down.
But…if everything has changed, I can too.
“You mean everything to me. I’ll keep telling you until you believe me. I’m yours.” I’ve admitted feelings in the past but didn’t truly feel them. Instead, I say what I’ve never said before to anyone:
I’m yours. Because my heart truly belongs to him.
“You are?” The raw emotion in his voice wrecks me.
“I’m yours.” I’m more certain of this than anything I’ve ever felt before in my life.
He kisses each of my knees before sliding off my underwear the rest of the way. “Spread your legs. For me—never for anyone else. Ever again. You’re mine.”
His possessive words send a quiver down my spine and a rush of warmth and dampness between my thighs.
I reach to unlace the top of my dress, but Riev clears his throat, correcting me with a silvery glint from his heavy-lidded eyes. “Leave it on. I’m going to fucking unravel you, bit by bit.”
I’malreadyunraveling, and I want him to fill the empty tightness down below. I squirm and strain on the bed. “Hold still.” His fingertips graze my drenched folds and slide up to my clit before dipping back down. As he repeats the motion, my legs quake even as I splay them wide for him, and suddenly his fingers are curving into me. He thrusts his fingers, his thumb caressing my clit with each rough stroke.
He hisses through his teeth. “Fuck. You were ready for me.” With his other hand, he skillfully unweaves the ribbons on the top half of my dress, exposing my breasts, but stops there. “I’m going to rip the rest off you later.” Those lust-filled eyes are going to destroy me. He unbuckles his pants, pulling out his lengthy cock. Every inch flawless, ridges and all. He palms himself, growing thicker and harder as I watch.
With his cock in his hand, he surges into me, hard and fast, with a roughness only those god-sent ridges can provide, and I gasp as he fills me all at once, our bodies colliding. I clamp around him and cry out, not caring about the noises I make, not caring if the guards outside hear me, not caring about anything except for the intense, delicious stretch where we’re joined.
