more.”
For the first time, she truly understood how the pursuit of someone else’s pleasure could be the greater satisfaction. Nothing had ever felt this right, this good , her own arousal magnified by the way he bit his lip against a groan as she finally freed his cock and stroked her fingers up its length.
“Harder,” he whispered.
Instead of obeying, she took him between her lips without taking her eyes from his.
Archer reached for her hair, stroking it before winding the locks around his hand. “Grace, love. Have a little mercy on me.”
Her whole body tingled at her name on his tongue, spoken with such wanting . She drew him deeper, worked him with her hand and tongue in a way that denied him one type of mercy in favor of a far cruder sort.
His muscles flexed, his hips arching off the bed. “Christ Almighty.”
Shivering, Grace licked her way to the head of his cock. “Do you want me to take all of you?”
“I want—” The words dissolved in a groan, and he dragged her up. She landed on the bed with a bounce, and Archer loomed over her. “ I want. ”
She reached for him without hesitation, without fear. “Then take.”
He ground out her name and seized her mouth in a fierce kiss, teeth and tongue and his hands in her hair again, holding her still for his sensual attack.
It was a claiming, nothing less, one that made it clear that the wildest of his previous kisses had been nothing more than the lust of a vigorous man. This was the beast, unchecked and unleashed. Ravishing her mouth with a primal rhythm her body hastened to match, tensing with each deep lick as she imagined being fucked with that steady, merciless concentration.
He broke the kiss, and his teeth scraped across her cheek. “Give in. Tell me.”
“Tell you what? How desperately I want you?” Those words were easy. “I’m yours to have, for as long as you need me.”
His eyes were shadowed, turbulent. “Say you won’t hide yourself from me.”
A harder vow. She swallowed and touched his chest, over his heart. “My real name is Arabella. Grace is my middle name, and I quite prefer it, but you can know all of me. Nothing hidden, I promise.”
“Arabella.” His hand slid under her hips and lifted her against his with a hard grind. “Grace. Grace suits you.”
She scrabbled to clutch at his shoulders as the friction set off trembling in her limbs. “I like the way it sounds when you say it.” If he thrust into her now, he’d find out how much.
But he only rubbed against her with a groan. “Grace. Grace. ”
“Archer.” She met his next grind, rolling her hips up with a hoarse moan. His shaft slicked against her clit with every rock, making it hard to catch her breath.
Then he moved, shifting away as his hand slid down her stomach, between her thighs. “I want you coming when I fuck you.”
Dirty, rough words, and she thought this time release might be easy. She spread her legs and slid her fingers over his. “What if I help?”
He growled into her ear and covered her hand, pressing it closer and curling her fingers against her entrance. “What if I help you ?” He pushed as he breathed the words, sliding one finger alongside hers, thrusting them both into her body.
She hissed out a breath and squirmed, but her finger was trapped under his, both curled at a maddening angle. The heel of her hand ground down against her clit, pressed by the weight of his hand, and she dug her head back against the blanket. “You make me love all the things I should find obscene.”
“Do you care?”
“No.” She rocked up. “I want more. Cruder. I want to be shocked at the things I want to do with you, and I want to do them all the same.”
“How crude?” He thrust another finger into her. “So many ways I could fuck you, love.”
His fingers were wider than hers, and the stretch was wicked enough. Not enough to drive her over the edge, but she could taste the promise of it now, could feel it in the tension coiling
For the first time, she truly understood how the pursuit of someone else’s pleasure could be the greater satisfaction. Nothing had ever felt this right, this good , her own arousal magnified by the way he bit his lip against a groan as she finally freed his cock and stroked her fingers up its length.
“Harder,” he whispered.
Instead of obeying, she took him between her lips without taking her eyes from his.
Archer reached for her hair, stroking it before winding the locks around his hand. “Grace, love. Have a little mercy on me.”
Her whole body tingled at her name on his tongue, spoken with such wanting . She drew him deeper, worked him with her hand and tongue in a way that denied him one type of mercy in favor of a far cruder sort.
His muscles flexed, his hips arching off the bed. “Christ Almighty.”
Shivering, Grace licked her way to the head of his cock. “Do you want me to take all of you?”
“I want—” The words dissolved in a groan, and he dragged her up. She landed on the bed with a bounce, and Archer loomed over her. “ I want. ”
She reached for him without hesitation, without fear. “Then take.”
He ground out her name and seized her mouth in a fierce kiss, teeth and tongue and his hands in her hair again, holding her still for his sensual attack.
It was a claiming, nothing less, one that made it clear that the wildest of his previous kisses had been nothing more than the lust of a vigorous man. This was the beast, unchecked and unleashed. Ravishing her mouth with a primal rhythm her body hastened to match, tensing with each deep lick as she imagined being fucked with that steady, merciless concentration.
He broke the kiss, and his teeth scraped across her cheek. “Give in. Tell me.”
“Tell you what? How desperately I want you?” Those words were easy. “I’m yours to have, for as long as you need me.”
His eyes were shadowed, turbulent. “Say you won’t hide yourself from me.”
A harder vow. She swallowed and touched his chest, over his heart. “My real name is Arabella. Grace is my middle name, and I quite prefer it, but you can know all of me. Nothing hidden, I promise.”
“Arabella.” His hand slid under her hips and lifted her against his with a hard grind. “Grace. Grace suits you.”
She scrabbled to clutch at his shoulders as the friction set off trembling in her limbs. “I like the way it sounds when you say it.” If he thrust into her now, he’d find out how much.
But he only rubbed against her with a groan. “Grace. Grace. ”
“Archer.” She met his next grind, rolling her hips up with a hoarse moan. His shaft slicked against her clit with every rock, making it hard to catch her breath.
Then he moved, shifting away as his hand slid down her stomach, between her thighs. “I want you coming when I fuck you.”
Dirty, rough words, and she thought this time release might be easy. She spread her legs and slid her fingers over his. “What if I help?”
He growled into her ear and covered her hand, pressing it closer and curling her fingers against her entrance. “What if I help you ?” He pushed as he breathed the words, sliding one finger alongside hers, thrusting them both into her body.
She hissed out a breath and squirmed, but her finger was trapped under his, both curled at a maddening angle. The heel of her hand ground down against her clit, pressed by the weight of his hand, and she dug her head back against the blanket. “You make me love all the things I should find obscene.”
“Do you care?”
“No.” She rocked up. “I want more. Cruder. I want to be shocked at the things I want to do with you, and I want to do them all the same.”
“How crude?” He thrust another finger into her. “So many ways I could fuck you, love.”
His fingers were wider than hers, and the stretch was wicked enough. Not enough to drive her over the edge, but she could taste the promise of it now, could feel it in the tension coiling
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