22. Twenty-Two
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TWENTY-TWO
MILA
I spent the rest of the day catching up on homework and trying to move around as much as possible, hoping to aid the healing process. By night's end, I was exhausted, and my leg hurt. I showered, took the medications Gage had prescribed me, and curled up in bed. It wasn't long before the pain medications sent me reeling into a state of euphoria. My whole body was relaxed, and my head was spinning. I had never really experienced the high of opioids. The only other time I had been on them was when I was younger and had my wisdom teeth removed.
As the warm embrace of the medication settled over me, I drifted into a hazy, dreamlike state. Colors bled together, forming swirls of vibrant hues that danced across my closed eyelids. The pain in my leg became a distant echo, drowned out by the warmth that enveloped me.
"Are you high, little rabbit?" Archer's distant and muffled voice floated through the thick fog of my mind.
I nodded my head, or I thought I did. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I imagined it or not. The boundaries of reality and fantasy blurred, and I was submerged in a world that felt familiar and foreign. I felt the weight of his body on the bed next to me and the touch of his hands, his lips, and his fingers as he touched me everywhere and nowhere at once.
His lips traveled down my neck, nipping at my collarbone, as his hands drifted into my underwear, where he slipped his fingers inside me. I gasped as the sensation of them moving in and out sent goosebumps across my bare skin. My body twisted and writhed under his touch, slipping in and out of consciousness. His mouth left kisses along my stomach as he pulled my underwear down. The mixture of cold air and his hot breath had me trembling. His tongue danced across my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. And when the wet warmth of his mouth wrapped around my clit, licking and sucking my sensitive skin slowly and deliberately, I almost came right there.
Every bit of contact between us felt more intense, like the only nerve endings receiving signals were those he touched. His tongue replaced his fingers as he lapped up my arousal and moved it back and forth inside of me. I moaned and moved my hips up, doing everything I could to bring his mouth closer to me. My body was a vessel for his touch, a puppet controlled by his skilled fingers and mouth. I reached down, grasping for him, needing to feel his skin against mine to ground me in this surreal anguish of bliss. His hand found its way to my face, his fingers gently grazing my cheeks and chin, tracing the line of my jaw until he finally wrapped them around my throat, his grip firm but tender. I gasped for air, the pain in my leg a distant memory, overpowered by the raw emotion coursing through my veins.
I wanted this.
I needed this.
"Yes, Archer," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. "Please."
I moaned softly, lost in the pleasure he was giving me. My hips moved in time with his touch, his grip on my neck tightening. His fingers played with my wetness, dipping inside me and drawing out my cries like he was my composer, and my moans were his symphony. His touch became more possessive, more needy, as if he was trying to claim a part of me that had always been his.
His fingers inside me, his mouth devouring me, his grip around my throat, it all felt so intense that I was losing myself piece by piece. I began to buck my hips up as his tongue danced on my clit. My pleasured moans grew louder, my arousal feeding the beast between my thighs.
"That's it, baby. Come in my mouth. Let me taste the sweet nectar of the Heavens," he cooed, his breath hot against my folds. His words only served to heighten my pleasure, and I clawed at the sheets beneath me, my back arching with each thrust of his fingers and each lick of his tongue.
"Harder," I cried. "Choke me harder," I begged him.
His hand squeezed tighter, and black spots floated across my vision. My consciousness slipped away, and the world around me became a blur of colors and sensations.
"That's it," he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot against my skin. "Let it all go, baby. Let me taste your sweet cum."
I let out a guttural scream, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave. My hips bucked wildly, and my body shook in pleasure. Archer released his grip on my throat and gently kissed my inner thighs, his breath warm and comforting against my sensitive skin. I lay there catching my breath, my body slick with sweat. I felt boneless, utterly spent, but he wasn't done with me yet.
He moved up my body and pressed his lips against mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I could taste my cum on his lips.
"See how sweet you are?" he asked me, kissing me again.
I was so enamored by the intimate exchange we were having that when he flipped me over to my stomach and shoved himself inside me, I gasped at the sudden invasion. His cock stretched my walls, filling me to the brim. There was nothing sweet about what he was doing.
No. Not sweet at all.
Greedy.
Possessive.
Full of raw desire, animalistic and primal.
My limbs shook with each forceful thrust; my nipples scraped by the coarse sheets, and my muffled cries barely escaped my lips. This wasn't love but an all-consuming lust and aggression that we shared. It was intoxicating. The way he took me, pounded into me, and marking me as his. I reveled in the wild abandon of our passion, feeling like prey and predator all at once. His fingers dug into my hip bones, and I winced in pain, but I loved the way he made me feel.
Pain mixed with pleasure.
I was his.
I belonged to him .
I felt the earth moving beneath us, the bed creaking in rhythm with his powerful thrusts, and the sweaty tang of our skin mingling with the musky scent of his lust. The world around us faded away as the crashing waves of our orgasms collided.
My body buckled beneath him, my eyes tightly shut, as he pulled my face to the side and let his mouth capture mine. It was sloppy and wild, and the taste of our saliva, sweat, and my release sent me spinning, lost in the abyss of our connection. I came again, shaking and moaning, my voice broken as I cried out in sheer ecstasy. Archer tensed up, and I could feel his thighs tremble as he came deep inside me. His body shuddered, and he collapsed on top of me, his breath hot and ragged against my neck.
"Do you feel owned?" he asked, his fingertips tracing my spine, sending shivers up my back.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes, I do."
He chuckled, his breath hot against my ear. "That's good, little rabbit. Because you belong to me, and I'll kill anyone who tries to take you away from me." With that, he rolled off me and pulled me into his arms, my body still quivering from our encounter.
"I think I like it that way," I told him, snuggling deeper into his body.
He smiled a predatory smile that made my heart skip a beat. "Then you're in for a hell of a ride, little rabbit."