ATTENTION: MATURE CONTENT!

Artemis’s heart was pounding furiously and loudly against her chest, causing her pulse to speed up to ringing in her ears.

Without the previous embarrassment, with regrets thrown aside, without deviating or stopping Raphael, she searched for his insistent lips, trembling touches of his tongue. She absorbed his every breath it with her mouth.

Unable to contain the growing inner fire any longer, she rose on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her own breasts harder against his chest.

At that moment, the movements were enough on her part for him to grab her under the buttocks, sitting her on the stone edge of the bath, causing the water to splash beyond her limits.

The kiss was so deliciously sweet that none of them made an attempt to break this contact, instead deepening it even more, literally biting their teeth into their lips in animal lust.

The rough texture of the stone scratched the delicate skin of the buttocks Temi, forcing her to fidget in place in search of a better position, but this did not bother her too much, since her thoughts were occupied only by Raphael.

She was slowly going crazy, drowning in his hot embrace, giving herself to him completely without a trace, if only he would not change his mind, if only Thea’s consciousness would not overcome her at this moment.

Artemis cleared her mind as much as possible to prevent a breach in her consciousness, not to leave the slightest loophole. It was her selfish wish, but she had turned a blind eye for so long to what Raphael allowed himself to do with the Princess of Riliya. So how was she worse? Why should she feel remorse for making love to her own husband?

Raphael’s wet, hot lips stuck to her lips, literally tearing all the air out of her lungs and she screamed, not wanting to suffocate. For a split second, she pulled away and heard a growl coming from the depths of Raphael’s chest when he again unbearably viciously demanded her lips.

A big man’s hand possessively laid on the back of her head, pulling her closer, not giving her a chance to move.

The tip of his tongue circled her tongue, caressed, tormented, teased and soothed. She couldn’t hold back anymore, feeling like her core was soaked through and it wasn’t because of the thermal springs.

She shifted her hips and moved forward, bumping into the obstacle that tickled her playful mind so much.

His hard and excited cock stood between her spread legs, pressing with pressure on the most sensitive point of her femininity. And she was happy to repeat this procedure, moving to meet him and stimulating her clitoris on her own.

It was as vicious as it was desirable. She let her hands rest on the man’s broad chest for comfort and support.

Breaking the contact of her lips, her head tilted back, exposing a thin, elegant neck, and at that moment Raphael’s eyes flashed with hellfire, greedy, hungry and unshakable.

He grinned, pleased with the view and ran his tongue over the protruding, blade-sharp fangs and left a soft, sensual kiss at the base of her neck, smoothly turning into her shoulder.

He walked over the delicate skin with a rough tongue, tickled, appetizing, with pleasure, slightly scratched with his fangs, as if preparing.

Temi leaned back a little, resting one hand on the cold stone of the floor, and holding on to the man she loved with the other. Her bent and spread legs entwined around the man’s waist, luring him into a trap, allowing his raging cock to kiss her entrance, sending a wave of goosebumps all over her body.

She was glad that she did not hesitate to undress in advance before coming to the royal baths, wrapped only in a cotton towel.

Raphael encouraged her with his short frictions, caressing her clitoris in a teasing manner, but this was too little for Artemis.

She couldn’t wait to fully feel him inside her, how her flesh stretched, how he caressed her with his hot satin skin. She was too depraved in her thoughts and pushed forward with another pressure, forcing the head of his penis to touch the excited clitoris.

Her moans echoed loudly inside the grotto, resonating sharply against the background of the previous silence.

- Raf, please... I can’t take it anymore. - she almost begged him to enter her, digging her nails into his skin.

Her body was trembling with overflowing feelings, and she realized that she only needed one push of his cock inside her to make her cum, but he was slow and it annoyed her. She didn’t want to take it anymore, she didn’t like the fact that he was only tormenting her neck.

But what suited Raphael was the enchanting scent of her skin, the booming sound of blood flowing through his veins, which made his mind numb.

He hungrily bit into her neck with his lips, sucking the skin so much that there would surely be a mark there. But this insignificant flow of blood to the capillaries torn under the skin made him go crazy and discarding all previous desires, sink his fangs into her neck. Tough, rude, passionate, domineering.

A burning pain, sharp, unbearable, as if the skin was being torn apart, seized Artemis and she forcefully tried to push Raphael away from her. The old excitement disappeared at once, as if doused with ice water.

She screamed and writhed under him, still feeling his strong hands on her body, his steadfastness, assertiveness, and a hellish thirst for blood that overpowered in an instant all the passion they had shared up to that moment.

She wanted to say something, to shout something to him, but her mind began to fade with each deep gulp, which took too much blood from her. Her skin began to cool down gradually, feeling a coolness that even hot water could not get rid of. Weakness and drowsiness took possession of her gradually, blurring the picture before her eyes, blackening it with dark tones.

At one point, the sharp blades of the fangs left the torn tissues and the most tender kiss she had ever felt landed on her shoulder, but her body was too weak to react to it properly. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t, she didn’t have the strength.

Hot male hands are light on both sides of the neck, caressing the earlobes, and soft lips were in perfect proximity...

- Come back to me. – whispered his lips desperately heartbreaking and She realized that these words were not meant for her.