“Didn’t I tell you to be cautious? You’re becoming a customary visitor.”

Late at night; dragging a murmur from your throat as you nurtured and swathed the defect on his bloodied abdomen, Artemiy ensured you regarded him as a nuisance for impairing your ’beauty sleep.’

But he's no ignorant fool to the ringlets of your fingertips occasionally (and purposely) meandering along his rippling abs — how... cute.

He merely chortled at such notion.

”But I'm here just to see you, zaychik.”