When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)

Chapter 22 Artemisia

“Nothing.” I breathe out wide-eyed.

Was he just able to hear Cassy?

As panic rises in me, I have no better idea than to turn around and start running out again.

“Missy!” I hear him shout after me.

And just as I have reached the guardian who is looking at me confused, his growl makes my heart halt in my chest. “Artemisia!”

Climbing the stairs as fast as I can without blacking out, I leave his angry growls and the guards trying to get him to calm back down behind.

I lean against the cold door to the dungeons as I catch my breath.

Just as I’m sure to be able to walk on my wobbly feet, I get through the labyrinth I call my new home to get to my bed.

Reaching the wing with my quarters, I am about to climb the stairs to the upper floor when I see Matthew’s door standing slightly open.

Light streams out of it, and I hear feeble voices from his floor.

Are those female voices?

Jealousy spreads in my chest, while Cassy growls, ‘Who cares? Let’s go to bed.’

I scoff, ignoring her once again as I step around the staircase to open the door.

It opens to a large hallway that is adorned with sculptures. I stare in awe as I pass them, nearing the room where the voices come from.

Jumping as an annoying giggle reaches my ears, I squint my eyes to walk straight to what seems to be the bedroom.

I hesitate a moment before I pop my head in, finding it empty.

Maybe they heard me coming.

As I’m about to tiptoe my way out of there, I turn around to face a grinning Logan.

“Hello, sweetheart. Are you lost?” He asks me mockingly, holding up his phone that seems to play the annoying voices.

“Oh, you have to be kidding me,” I murmur, making him laugh.

He leans in as I sense the door behind me being opened, and Matthew’s scent intensifies.

Argh, why do they have to smell so good?

“Never heard how curiosity killed the kitten?” He asks, laughing at his own wordplay.

“We are a bit irritated about the fact that you care about Fynn this much.” Matthew’s husky whisper shivers through me as he leans in to talk directly into my ear. “So, we thought to make you show you how good you can feel with us.”

I gasp as he wraps his arms around me, making me feel his big bulge against my ass.

Oh, my Goddess.

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 massaging it, making me moan. Clasping his t- shirt that I had fantasized about tearing off him during the movie, I throw my head back on Mattew’s shoulder.

Logan increases the rhythm of his strokes, making me lose my mind.

I feel him increasing the pressure as he steps closer, teasing me with his lips on my throat.

Moaning loudly, Matthew hugs me tighter, making me feel how much he is enjoying the spectacle of me coming on Logan’s fingers.

“Harder, harder,” I beg, hearing them chuckle as Logan complies, making me scream in pleasure.

“Oh, Goddess,” I breathe out, as I climb down my high.

Matthew lets go of me only to pick me up and carry me inside his bedroom.

Throwing me onto his bed, he makes me turn onto my back.

“My turn,” he says as I look up at him still in a daze, and I giggle.

He slips my panties and shorts off me, discarding them on the floor with a sly smirk.

As he spreads my legs for him, I barely feel the bed dip as I’m burning up under his intense gaze.

Hovering on top of me, he scoops my top up, having my breast spilling free. “Goddess, you are so fucking beautiful.”

I can see those words in his eyes even if I’m sure that Logan said them.

Matthew starts sucking and kissing my breasts and I get wetter and wetter again, my body pleading me to have him claim me. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I become a moaning mess as he starts traveling down, leaving featherlight kisses on my skin.

Watching Logan stroking his big cock next to me, gives me the ultimate kick, wanting them to fuck me hard.

Just as I’m about to reach for him, Matthew plunges his tongue into me, making my back arch off his bed. “Fuck!”

I risk losing my voice while screaming in pleasure as he flicks his tongue on my clit.

His pleasurable treatment of licking and sucking makes me near my earth-shattering orgasm at lightning speed.

My breath hitches in my throat as he moves two fingers into me, moving them in and out of me.

“Yes! Yes!” I moan as he continues to lick me while pounding two fingers into me harder and harder.

Logan moves to sit next to my head and leans over me. He starts playing with my breasts, pinching and turning my hardened nipples between his fingers.

It maximizes the pleasure I feel from Matthew eating me out, and as if on cue, he shifts his other hand to spread my folds wider to him, liking me deeper.