Artemisia
I gulp as I look back up, my gaze locking with Logan’s.
“Why did you sneak to the Dungeons, babe?” He asks me, and I struggle to make my brain assemble a coherent sentence as I feel Matthew move against me.
“I was just worried,” I respond, my voice failing me.
Logan hums, as he steps even closer, our lips nearly touching. “Worried about what?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, my eyes falling to his lips repeatedly.
His fingers lift my top, grazing my skin slowly, covering it with sparks.
Wetting my lips with my tongue, I keep eye contact with him as he lets his fingers glide down my belly and into my panties.
I open my mouth in a silent gasp as he grins at me, his fingers traveling further down between my folds.
My clit is already throbbing expectantly as he starts ma
