Chapter 47 #2
It happens so quickly—they connect and infuse together before snapping back into each of us. Except I can feel the imprint of his soul on mine.
Warmth comes rushing back in as the candles in the circle blow out and the ribbon around our bodies turns to dust.
Panting, I look up at Archer and sense our connection. It’s similar to our dream state when I can sense his emotions in short periods. Now, they are pumping through me as strong as my own. All of them.
Surprise. Desire. Affection. Exhilaration.
We rush toward each other at the same time. I place my hands on his chest and push him onto his back. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me with him. Straddling his waist, I lean over him and crash my lips to his.
We’re both burning with carnal need from our new spiritual connection. It’s a sloppy, frantic kiss with clashing teeth and tongues. Rough hands slide down to grab my ass as my nails dig into his shoulders, wanting him closer. I need to physically feel him inside of me as much as my psyche does.
“Renata,” he groans while moving my hips over his length at a brutal pace. His voice is gravelly and husky, but there’s such a deep level of reverence infused into that one word.
Pushing back with my hands on his chest, I look down at him. My hair sweeps down my shoulder and my nightgown strap slips down the other.
“I live for you,” he murmurs, looking at me like he’s making an offering to a goddess. “Every heartbeat, every breath, every second—it all belongs to you.”
My eyes burn, never truly believing I would have this level of commitment with someone. That I would meet someone who would die for me—and I for them. Until the moment I could sense the presence of his spirit on mine, I was doubtful it would work.
Swallowing back my emotion, I tickle my fingers across his chest and down his stomach.
“I love you, Archer,” I say. “Every life I live is ours to share. Every heartbeat, every breath, every second,” I repeat his promise.
He looks at me with contentedness before hissing out a breath when I reach for his pants and undress him. Leaning onto his shoulders, he watches with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I hope he has the same plans for tonight that I do. First, I need to taste him.
I pull his pants down and he lifts his hips to help. When I kneel between his legs, he tries to reach for me. I quickly grab his wrists and push his arms onto the floor above him. He lets me and watches with a sexy, curious grin.
“What are you doing, love?”
“Having a taste of what’s mine,” I say and run my hands down his arms and body, letting them trail to his legs before settling them on his hips.
He tries to move under me but can’t. A wicked grin tugs at my lips and I begin stroking him with slow, hard tugs.
“You had your chance to bind me to the bed—but don’t forget which of us is the Gray Witch. ”
He lets out a dark laugh, realizing I bound his entire body underneath me. When I was casting the spell, I imagined the ribbon we used earlier winding and twisting around him. He feels the thin silky texture on him now.
Positioning myself so my mouth is only inches from his cock, I stare up at him with coy eyes.
“Have your fun now, Little Wisp. You’ll have to let me out eventually.”
“Mm, I know,” I hum and take him into my mouth.
Just the tip at first, but he grunts out a string of swears. Twirling my tongue around the head, I open my hand before licking down to the base and back up.
“Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth. “Again.”
Humming around his length, I do as he says and repeat the motion. When I come back up, I wrap my lips around him and take him deeper. His muscles tense as he tries to move, but my bindings stay tight.
Holding his cock in one hand, I use the other to balance over him as I take more, pushing past the walls of my throat.
He is long and thick, making it impossible to take every inch.
I stroke the base of his shaft roughly. Hollowing out my cheeks, my spit makes a wet, sloppy mess.
The sight of it, mixed with the sounds of my gagging, only makes him harder.
The dark, husky groan he lets out has my eyes moving up to his, sinking back down over him as I do. The possessive look sends a rush of wetness between my thighs and I moan around him.
That’s all it takes to push him off the cliff into his pleasure. When the first taste of his salty arousal touches my tongue, I place my hand on his stomach and pull back, snapping the invisible binding around him.
Archer tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls me closer, kissing me passionately. He pumps his hips in shallow thrusts as he comes down my throat, and I happily swallow every last drop.
“Fuck, Renata, fuck,” he growls. “Your mouth was made for me. All of you was fucking made for me.”
He sits up and is already pulling me to him. With the magic and adrenaline pulsing through us, he’s hard and ready for another round.
Thank the Gods.
With his hands on my hips, he flips me over, positioning himself behind me.
I’m soaking wet but haven’t been primed to take all of him.
Excitement courses through me when he notches his tip to my slit and pushes into me.
He takes me in one thrust. It’s slow and long, stretching out the pain that morphs into pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “You always take me so well.” Thrust. “Because you were made for me.” His hips hit my ass again and he grabs me around the neck, pulling my back into his chest. “Because you’re mine, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I whimper, fighting to keep my eyes open. “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
“Mmm,” he hums and takes my lips in a hard kiss. “That’s right, and tonight, I’m going to show you what it’s like to be fully owned by me.”
A little gasp slips out when he pushes me to my hands and knees. His hand glides up the back of my thigh then palms my ass.
“I told you I wanted to fuck you here,” he says and runs his thumb through my arousal before pushing into the puckered hole.
“Oh my Gods,” I moan and buck my hips backward, needing more.
We never talked about when this would happen, but I think Archer was waiting for tonight as much as I was. He’s teased and fingered me there since he got back but never took us all the way there.
I’m glad we waited for tonight.
Leaning forward, he reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a small bottle.
I hear the top opening and feel the coldness of the lube before he pushes a finger all the way inside.
He spends a few minutes fucking into my pussy at a slow, sensual pace that keeps me wet and hot, but doesn’t give me the orgasm I desperately crave.
I whimper when he removes his fingers and length. His dark chuckle dances along my spine as he reaches down to grab the bottle again. Looking over my shoulder, I restlessly wait while he works the lubricant over his shaft and roughly palms my ass with the other hand.
When his lips take on a smug tilt, I know he’s only torturing me now.
“Please,” I whisper and wiggle my ass in front of him. “I want to come, Archer, and I want you in me when I do.”
He lightly slaps my ass. “Here? You want me to come here?”
“Yes,” I breathe out and drop my head to the floor.
He presses the tip of his cock to my hole, and I let out a desperate, feral groan.
“Good girl,” he says and pushes the thick head past the tight barrier. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful. Always so needy and pliant for me.”
He takes me slowly, working his length into me inch by torturous inch. Each time the pain subsides a fraction, it comes back just as strong when he pushes deeper. It’s the good type of pain—the best kind. With each second of pinched pain, pleasure follows in its wake tenfold.
When his hips smack against my ass cheeks, he lets out a carnal groan of appreciation.
“You okay, love?” he asks as he holds still and runs his hand up and down my back.
“Mm, so good,” I promise, hardly able to get the words out.
“Good,” he growls. “Because I’m taking you hard and fast now.”
Before I’ve processed his words, he pulls out and slides back in one long thrust.
“Oh, oh,” I moan as he does it again with more force. Slipping my hand down to my clit, I say, “Again.”
He does as I ask, fucking me hard, and his hand slips round my hips to move my fingers out of the way.
Holding my hip with one hand and using the other to play with my sensitive bundle of nerves, he commands, “Lick your fingers. Use your tongue to clean yourself off.”
Turning as much as I can, I look over my shoulder and slowly slide my fingers into my mouth.
The pump of his hips grows erratic as he watches me moan with each lick.
His fingers match his rhythm and the tight grip he has on my ass moves to my breast. His body covers mine, and I’m completely at his mercy.
“I want to feel you come like this,” he whispers against the nape of my neck. “Go ahead and milk my cock like the good fucking girl you are.”
Archer’s words are commanding, as if it’s a privilege to make him come.
My gods, it is.
His words bring both of us to our climax. I scream and writhe under him as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced races through my veins, leaving satisfaction and affection in its wake. He tenses around me and his thrusts slow as he fills me up.
After a moment of catching our breaths, I drop onto the floor, and he gently pulls himself out of me. He takes his time, and I watch him marvel at the sight of his cum dripping out of me.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he praises, but his eyes are still glued to my ass.
I laugh lightly and turn onto my back. Our eyes meet, reveling in this newfound intimacy we’ve created. It takes only seconds for our dreaded reality to ruin the moment like an uninvited family member at a wedding.
Neither of us say anything, silently moving to the bathroom. We spend a long time under the warm spray of the water, enjoying our intimate little bubble while we can.