Chapter 37 #2
His cock is nestled against my center, slowly sliding through my wetness as he looks down at me and brushes a hair off my cheek.
“I’ve been tested recently,” he murmurs against my lips, then pulls away to look down at me, “and everything was negative.”
“Me too,” I say. “But I’m not taking any contraceptives right now. It’s been… Well, there hasn’t been a reason for any lately.” My cheeks heat, but his smile grows and his gaze turns possessive at the admission.
“It’s been awhile for me too,” he adds. I want to ask how long but bite my tongue. “I don’t have any protection with me. Or even here.”
I nod, considering how reckless it would be to ignore that.
I could take the elixir tomorrow.
The herbal mix for the morning after, to end a pregnancy before it has begun.
Still weighing my desire versus my responsibility, Archer tweaks my nipple, gaining my attention and a small moan.
With a smirk, he asks, “I can be careful, but if you want to end things here, I understand. I can go to the apothecary tomorrow to get protection.”
I love that he leaves the decision up to me and doesn’t put the pressure on me to be better prepared next time.
“I want you,” I tell him and wrap my arms around his waist, pulling more of his weight down onto me. “I can take the morning after elixir.”
He nods. “We’ll still be careful.”
My legs wrap around his legs, sliding further up until I reach his waist. The new position lines his tip up to my pussy perfectly.
“Yeah, oka—” The words cut off on a loud moan.
Getting the verbal consent he needed, Archer doesn’t waste a second, sliding into me with a husky, “fuck.”
I’m soaking wet, but he’s long and thick, only pushing in a couple inches before pulling out and thrusting his hips again.
He takes his time, not pushing me past a point of painful pleasure, but it never hurts.
The entire time he squeezes my breast with one hand and uses the other to hold the nape of my neck while he kisses me.
His lips are possessive, never letting me stray far. Not even when I try to tilt my head to the side to moan when his cock hits a deep, sensitive part that has gone untouched until this moment. He holds me in place, letting my feral need ghost against his lips as I cry out.
He doesn’t move from that spot for a few seconds, other than the light pump of his hips causing him to brush against that spot over and over and over again.
“Archer,” I cry out, clawing at his back. “Please—I can’t take it.”
“Mmm,” he hums against my skin. My breath pants against his cheek and he licks a slow path to my earlobe. With a teasing bite, he whispers, “You can and you will.”
“Fuck, oh god,” I scream when he quickly snaps his hips backward before pushing all the way inside of me.
“Fuck all the Gods,” he growls and roughly grabs my jaw. He’s buried to the hilt but not moving yet—like he’s giving me time to adjust to him. A thrill runs through me in anticipation of what happens after.
He squeezes my cheeks until my eyes are focused back on his. “They’ve never done anything for us—so it’s just us. Me and you.” With a possessive glint in his eye that makes me clench around him, he demands, “I don’t want to hear another name out of that pretty mouth while I’m fucking you.”
My mouth opens, happy—eager—to do what he says when he finally moves. Seeming to decide I’m adjusted enough, he pulls out to the tip before snapping his hips forward in a punishing thrust.
It’s rough and possessive and so fucking good.
“Archer,” I mewl, and I’m rewarded with fast and hard thrusts.
“That’s it, Little Wisp,” he praises and rises to a kneeling position over me. In a quick move, he slips his arms under my legs, opening me wider for him and grabbing the globes of my ass as he continues moving inside of me.
My bottom half raises off the bed and uses the new hold to move my hips with his, meeting him pump for pump. Each more carnal than the last.
I reach to grab onto his arm, anything to anchor me to him as my climax rapidly builds.
With a smug tilt of his lips, he blows out a soft breath, and my hand snaps onto the pillow above me. My other quickly follows.
I’m held firmly in place, but his hands are still on my ass. The phantom grip—as soft as a summer breeze but as strong as a hurricane—holds my other hand in place and tightens.
My mouth drops open as I scoff and look at him, frustration and desire mixing in my expression.
“Just you wait,” I threaten. It only makes him smile and pick up speed. “Fuck.”
“Stop being a brat,” he growls and slaps my ass cheek, “and fucking come for me again.”
I want to fight him—make him work harder for it. But I can’t.
Not when he has me fully under his mercy. When he knows exactly what I need, how to fuck me in a way I’ve needed, but never found with someone else.
Panting, I try to pull one of my hands free and growl in frustration when I can’t move. “Just one,” I beg. “Let me have one hand—it’ll be good for both of us, I promise.”
He stares down at me, his demanding need fighting against his reluctant curiosity.
The latter wins out, releasing one of my hands.
He pants heavily and watches my hand slide up my body.
My fingers graze along my cheeks, stopping at my lips and slipping into my mouth.
His husky groan harmonizes with my feral moans as I suck on my fingers, creating the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.
My eyes lazily open to find his attention fully on me. With a satisfied smile, I gently brush my fingers further down, pausing to tease my peaked nipple, before making my way back down to the apex of my thighs.
Swirling my fingers through my arousal, I brush against his cock and make him grunt. He watches every movement as I spread my wetness up to my clit and start rubbing myself with small circular motions to match the speed of his hips.
“Good fucking girl,” he muses and slaps my ass again. “Now do as I say—come on my cock.”
My head bobs in confirmation. Words are beyond me now. With the attention on my clit, I’m quick to follow instructions this time. The pleasure hits a peak that has me bowing off the bed and tightening my legs around his waist.
“Archer,” I moan. His name continues to fall off my lips as I come down from the euphoric high. I’m in no rush to lose this connection between us. “Archer, baby.”
He’s fucking me through my orgasm despite the vice-like grip my pussy has on him. Until those words slip off my tongue.
One second of mindless affection has him letting out a guttural, masculine sound as he quickly pulls out of me and leans over my chest. Taking himself in hand, he strokes his cock a few times before the swollen tip explodes with his cum.
I watch, breathing hard, as his pleasure spurts out across my tits and neck, a small drop even landing on the corner of my lips when I positioned myself up to get a better view.
Slowly, our eyes move away from the mess and our gazes meet.
“Fuck, I’m so—”
Before he can finish, my tongue darts out and licks his cum—the musky, salty flavor making another needy moan fall from my lips. This one is quieter, less feral but equally as desperate for him.
“Fuck,” he grunts and falls on the bed next to me. Our heads turn toward each other and with a small, sad smile, he repeats in a whisper, “Fuck.”
I nod in agreement, knowing he isn’t talking about what we just did anymore.
That one was the realization of what we still have to do.
We lay there for a few minutes, drinking in each other’s features through the dark room and letting our breathing slow.
When he sits up, I quickly follow the movement and reach for my shirt before I think better of it. I cross my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling shy.
He chuckles and walks around the bed, standing in front of me naked and confident. “Do you want me to go?”
I open my mouth, but it closes quickly.
Maybe tomorrow I won’t be as brave, not as willing to become even more attached to this man I’ve been searching for my entire life; but tonight, that courage is still coursing through my veins.
I shake my head and stand. Our chests are brushing against each other, so close his racing heart beats against mine.
Grabbing his hand, I pull him toward the bathroom and into the shower stall.
We rinse off quickly and get ready for bed.
I put on a new nightgown but he dries off and slides into my sheets without a stitch of clothing on.
Letting out an amused huff of air, I quickly pick up the clothes on my floor and tidy up, restless and ready for another round. He watches me, but I catch his eyes shifting back to the pile of journals on my table.
With a deep sigh, I grab a pile off the top, including the one he was reading when I first walked in, and drop them on the foot of the bed.
“I’m going to bed,” I say and climb under the covers. “However, you are welcome to read them—maybe pick up some details I’m missing.”
Curling into a ball on my half of the mattress, we watch each other for a moment before a gentle expression takes over his features. He reaches over and gently slides me closer, meeting my body at the mid-point of the bed.
With a much more gentle hand than thirty minutes ago, he cups my jaw and kisses me. It’s soft and quick but there’s a thousand unspoken words there.
“Thank you,” he says against my lips and tucks me under his arm. We stay like that for most of the night—me curled up against his side and him with one of Petra’s journals, flipping through the story of her life with Nestor and Barrett.