CHAPTER 170: TRY ME

SERAPHINA’S POV

“I can’t get my hands off you.” He confesses.

“Then don’t.”

His knee goes up to spread my legs apart and press against my aching core, tempting me to grind against him.

And I do, like a sex-crazed whore.

I grind my hips back and forth, scratching at the itch between my thighs that pushes me to the brink of insanity.

He kisses my neck, then stops at my mark, grazing his teeth while flicking my nipples at the same time.

The combination hits too hard.

A low, animalistic growl escapes his lips, and suddenly, he lifts me, his hands wrapping around my ass and squeezing firmly, pulling a moan from me.

Then, he gently places me on the creaky old furniture stored among the brooms. I whimper from fright, confused by the new position, until I feel something hard poking at my belly, subtly grinding against me.

Artemis presses his hard length against me, then continues tracing, sucking, with his wet tongue over my chest, picking up from where he stopped.

As he unclasps my bra, free