Artemis' POV
Beck pulls me against his body, and I feel his hands come up as his lips open against mine in a growl. Everything around me blurs as I let my fingers run through his hair. I feel lost in him, his scent, his all-encompassing essence.
I sigh, then Beck lets out a gasp and his body slams me against one of the mirrors as his mouth finds its way to mine again. Our tongues tangle, longing for the contact.
As I tilt my neck, he begins to run his mouth down my skin; his teeth biting softly where he left me marked.
Beck kneels against my body, looks at me for a moment then he lifts my shirt. His hands run over my skin again, up my body until his palm embraces one of my breasts, getting my lips to open with a sigh as he lets his tongue roam my body, leaving a wet path that marks his climax against my navel.
"Beck, we can't!" I sigh.
