Chapter 101: Morning After!
The Next Morning!
When Artemis finally stirred, a soft groan escaped her lips as she stretched languidly, sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets.
On those sheets, she was stirring, not sure where or when she had woken up, her mind scrambled from what happened the prior night, her body was sluggish and her senses were dull.
Then, she quickly heard soft, rhythmic breaths that tickled her ears. Once she was fully awake, she felt her body being hugged tightly from behind, a hand on her breasts and the other around her waist, while she felt herself pressed against his chest, his breath tickling her sensitive neck and ear.
A wave of heat washed over her as memories of the previous night flooded back, each image more vivid and intense than the last. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she recalled the raw, unbridled passion she had shared with Damon.
"Hmfm," She tried to muffle a moan, her pussy throbbing as it remembers how that hot, throbbing member pierced her relentless, and constantly dumped its seed deep inside of her.
The sweet, masculine aroma of his naked body pressing on her also made her hornier. She smoothly shifted herself until she was facing him, looking directly at him now.
She saw his relaxed face as he slept, his dark hair glistening as his strong arms were still wrapped around her alluring waist, pulling her close against his warm body.
She felt a surge of tenderness as she gazed at him, her heart swelling with a mixture of love and lust. She was so worried about him ever since her mother sent him off, but now she was at peace.
Not only did he succeed, but he claimed her as his woman, her heart still pounded in her chest every time she saw him as he made her have serious butterflies in her stomach, and now he was hers, and she was his.
Carefully, she lifted her hand and traced the contours of his chest, her fingertips dancing across his firm muscles. He was so solid, so strong, and in his arms, she had allowed herself to be so vulnerable, so raw.
She marveled at the depth of their connection, the way they could lose themselves in each other, becoming one in a whirlwind of pleasure.