encouraging growls and moans before slowing to a gentle rock. “Grace.”
She whimpered, unsure if that twist of sluggish pleasure came from the way his voice wrapped around her name, or the realization that his cock was still hard and ready. Maybe he really could fuck her forever.
Be careful what you wish for.
Of all of her reckless wishes, this was surely the most hopeless…and the sweetest. Forcing open her eyes, she met his gaze and didn’t care if he saw the depth of her longing. “Archer.”
He stared back, quiet and serious. “It’s only beginning. I don’t know if I can control it—”
She cut him off with a kiss. “Don’t. I trust you, and I want you.”
“Then you’re all right?” he asked anxiously.
Was he supposed to be this worried? He’d prepared her for hunger and wildness, but not for this unchecked protectiveness. Fear lurked in his eyes, and she could think of only one way to banish it. Dragging her nails up his back, she bit his chin. “I’d be better if you hadn’t stopped.”
He rolled to his back once more and braced her above him. “Take what you want. Show me what you need.”
She almost told him she didn’t know, but that would be a lie. She had enough fantasies to last a week—if she had the courage to ask. Reaching down, she touched his lips. “I want your mouth on me.”
The corner of his lips quirked up, and for a moment it almost looked as if he was baring his teeth instead of grinning. “Where, love?”
Her cheeks flushed as hot as any border schoolteacher, but she rather doubted most of them would have her command of crude words. “I want your tongue in my cunt.” Not the first time she’d used blunt words, but it wasn’t an act this time, and that brought its own sort of thrill.
His hands dropped to the bed, and he lowered his gaze to the juncture of her thighs. “Can’t quite reach. You’ll have to come closer.”
“You want me to…?” Oh, the look in his eyes left no doubt. Already breathless, she crawled up his body until her knees rested on either side of his shoulders. The wall offered a suitable place to brace her hands, but self-consciousness kept her from shifting her hips higher. “Like—like this?”
His fingers closed tight on her hips and dragged her across half the remaining distance, but not all the way to his mouth. “Like this.”
Hot breath spilled across slick, already sensitive flesh, and she squirmed closer until his stubble scraped her inner thighs. Archer wrapped his hands around her thighs and teased her with his tongue, a quick caress that vanished too soon.
A moan of protest and his name in a desperate tone earned her another touch, but it soon became clear that Archer would settle for nothing less than begging. She gave in without protest, letting increasingly obscene pleas fall from her lips, words that made her previous requests seem tame.
She begged for his tongue and his lips, begged for the dangerous scrape of his teeth, begged for him to let her come and then to make her come again. When he sucked her clit between his lips and growled his way through an orgasm that left her slumped against the wall, she begged for his cock, begged for him to come with her, on her, inside her.
She begged, and he gave. Everything she asked for, even when the words began to slur into nonsense. Somehow he knew, understood enough to roll her to her belly and drag up her hips, or maybe in that moment they simply wanted the same thing. And what a fool she’d been to imagine that there was less intimacy in this, in the raw claiming of a man beyond control.
He drove into her with a sigh—relief, satisfaction. Need. “Don’t ever stop,” he rasped.
It didn’t matter what he meant. She’d agree to deliver him her body and soul and her fragile, damaged heart, if only he’d follow her up this last time and bring her over the edge with him. “Never. I’ll never stop.” Never stop wanting him, never stop wishing this could be her
She whimpered, unsure if that twist of sluggish pleasure came from the way his voice wrapped around her name, or the realization that his cock was still hard and ready. Maybe he really could fuck her forever.
Be careful what you wish for.
Of all of her reckless wishes, this was surely the most hopeless…and the sweetest. Forcing open her eyes, she met his gaze and didn’t care if he saw the depth of her longing. “Archer.”
He stared back, quiet and serious. “It’s only beginning. I don’t know if I can control it—”
She cut him off with a kiss. “Don’t. I trust you, and I want you.”
“Then you’re all right?” he asked anxiously.
Was he supposed to be this worried? He’d prepared her for hunger and wildness, but not for this unchecked protectiveness. Fear lurked in his eyes, and she could think of only one way to banish it. Dragging her nails up his back, she bit his chin. “I’d be better if you hadn’t stopped.”
He rolled to his back once more and braced her above him. “Take what you want. Show me what you need.”
She almost told him she didn’t know, but that would be a lie. She had enough fantasies to last a week—if she had the courage to ask. Reaching down, she touched his lips. “I want your mouth on me.”
The corner of his lips quirked up, and for a moment it almost looked as if he was baring his teeth instead of grinning. “Where, love?”
Her cheeks flushed as hot as any border schoolteacher, but she rather doubted most of them would have her command of crude words. “I want your tongue in my cunt.” Not the first time she’d used blunt words, but it wasn’t an act this time, and that brought its own sort of thrill.
His hands dropped to the bed, and he lowered his gaze to the juncture of her thighs. “Can’t quite reach. You’ll have to come closer.”
“You want me to…?” Oh, the look in his eyes left no doubt. Already breathless, she crawled up his body until her knees rested on either side of his shoulders. The wall offered a suitable place to brace her hands, but self-consciousness kept her from shifting her hips higher. “Like—like this?”
His fingers closed tight on her hips and dragged her across half the remaining distance, but not all the way to his mouth. “Like this.”
Hot breath spilled across slick, already sensitive flesh, and she squirmed closer until his stubble scraped her inner thighs. Archer wrapped his hands around her thighs and teased her with his tongue, a quick caress that vanished too soon.
A moan of protest and his name in a desperate tone earned her another touch, but it soon became clear that Archer would settle for nothing less than begging. She gave in without protest, letting increasingly obscene pleas fall from her lips, words that made her previous requests seem tame.
She begged for his tongue and his lips, begged for the dangerous scrape of his teeth, begged for him to let her come and then to make her come again. When he sucked her clit between his lips and growled his way through an orgasm that left her slumped against the wall, she begged for his cock, begged for him to come with her, on her, inside her.
She begged, and he gave. Everything she asked for, even when the words began to slur into nonsense. Somehow he knew, understood enough to roll her to her belly and drag up her hips, or maybe in that moment they simply wanted the same thing. And what a fool she’d been to imagine that there was less intimacy in this, in the raw claiming of a man beyond control.
He drove into her with a sigh—relief, satisfaction. Need. “Don’t ever stop,” he rasped.
It didn’t matter what he meant. She’d agree to deliver him her body and soul and her fragile, damaged heart, if only he’d follow her up this last time and bring her over the edge with him. “Never. I’ll never stop.” Never stop wanting him, never stop wishing this could be her
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