Chapter 11 – Archer
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ARCHER
I watched her pleasuring herself through the crack of her door, and hearing my name on her fucking beautiful lips had my dick pressed so hard against my zipper, begging for me to relieve myself.
She’s mine; she’s always been mine, but now is the time to claim her. I need to touch her, smell her scent.
I wait until she falls asleep, and her breathing has evened out and her cute, light snores are echoing around her bedroom. I quietly walk in, noticing her draw is still open with the vibrator visible. I reach in and pick it up, and the scent of her sweet arousal invades my senses.
I groan, mentally adding fucking her with this vibrator to the long fucking list of things I want to do to her. I carefully place it back in her draw and look at her peaceful face. As I lightly sweep the hair away from her face, I lean down and press my lips in a feather-light kiss to her temple.
Her eyes briefly flutter open, and I freeze. She gives me a small smile before closing them again, not fully awake thank fuck.
I walk over to the chair on the other side of her room and take a seat, watching her. I don’t sleep. Instead, I spend the night with my gaze permanently fixed on her. Fixated on what's mine.