When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85
ARTEMISIA

I remain clung onto him desperately as he moves his arms to sling them around my body, making me close my legs slightly and wrap them around his waist.

“Damn, princess,” he pushes out, his chest heaving.

After staying like this for a second, allowing our heartbeats to sync with each other, he pushes himself off the wall and carries me to the bed.

He lays me down gently, pulling his t-shirt over his head and letting it fall to the ground along with his pants. I watch him with my bottom lip between my teeth, making him groan as he comes back to lie above me. “This will get you in trouble, sweetheart.”

I laugh, my heart filling with all the pet names he is showering me with lovingly, as if I were an addict, finally getting the long-awaited shot.

Taking my head into his hands, he smiles at me, making my heart sing. “Are you feeling alright?”

“More than alright,” I chuckle, making him smile even brighter. “Do you think we could do it once more?”

He cracks up, shaking his head. “Oh, you are going to be the death of me.”

Leaning down, he kisses me softly before whispering, “But I was hoping for you to ask.”

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My body screams for me for a break, but at the same time, it makes me beg for more.

Fynn is kissing my skin and nibbling at my breasts as I’m catching my breath, climbing down from yet another high.

Seeing how he is enjoying tasting me, I’m surprised that he isn’t fed up with me yet, after all these rounds.

Smiling satisfied, I move my hands over my head, stretching beneath him.

He chuckles, letting his tongue glide between my breasts, making me moan.

“So?” he asks, looking up at me as he keeps kissing my stomach.

“So what?” I ask, my mind unable to grasp a thought while enjoying the sparks sizzling on my skin.

“Do you want to be my mate, or not?” his voice vibrates over my skin, making my nerves buzz.

I laugh, shaking my head, “I thought we had that sorted out as you just fucked me raw for hours straight.”

“I need you to say it,” he grins, and I gulp.

“Yes,” I finally say, making him growl. “Yes, I want to be your mate.”

“Are you sure? After everything I have told you?” he inquires further. “I won’t take it personally if you want to think about it. There is no way of turning back if you give in to me now.”

Gasping lowly, I shake my head. “I don’t want to turn back. You are my mate, and I don’t care what you will say to scare me off.”

He presses his lips against my skin, his deep chuckle creating another friction on it. I see how he transforms one of his fingers into a claw, and hold my breath as he rips my skin open, making a little cut. I moan, clenching my teeth as I feel blood running down my skin. He catches it with his tongue, before sliding it over the cut. The cut closes as I’m watching it and heals immediately, probably because of his healing attributes as my mate.