58. Saige
Saige
His kiss alone is everything. It rips me apart and puts me back together, piece by broken piece. With every sweep of his tongue, he confesses again and again.
He loves me.
The impenetrable Azkari general, the Black Flame borne of the Reckoning, the Prince of Desires, loves me. The pain-addled bookbinder from Hanniel.
My own confession forms on my lips, but Archer deepens our kiss, the taste of him consuming me, intoxicating and heady.
I could kiss him forever, I realize distantly, so caught up in the haze of lust that blankets my senses.
His mouth moves over mine in a fever dream, coaxing desperate sounds from me, building that coil of desire within with every flick of his tongue.
He envelops me with his powerful frame, and I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him close so our bodies are flush.
I feel the hard pressure of him against me, making my heart stutter with pure need as I imagine that sheer size buried deep inside me.
“Grayson,” his voice skitters along my bones, and everything is wound so tightly that every rasping breath reminds me just how much I’m aching to be touched by him.
His teeth scrape the soft skin where my neck dips to meet my shoulder.
A whimper escapes me. “Call me Saige, please.”
The strong column of his throat bobs. Warm, strong fingers cup my chin and lift my face to his. His eyes are alight with longing, with reverence as they meet mine.
“Saige,” he groans, as though the taste of my name alone gives him pleasure, kissing me again. “My Saige…”
He claims me with his mouth, tongue and teeth, as though a tether of control has snapped, and he needs to consume me.
I surrender myself to him, arcing into his touch, needing to be closer.
His hands drop from my face, falling to the front of my shirt.
He rips it open down the middle, buttons flying all over his room.
He’s tugging the remnants of fabric down my arms desperately, and I wriggle free of the sleeves before the sound of more fabric tearing echoes through the chamber.
The band I wear around my breasts is gone, cool air kissing my exposed skin, my nipples hardening beneath Archer’s hungry gaze.
My breath catches as he traces a single finger between my breasts, his eyes flaring as I lean into his touch, silently begging for more. He drags that same finger lower, to the top of my breeches.
“I haven’t had sex in over two hundred years, Saige…” he reminds me, his tone low and deep.
I gasp as he snaps open the first button of my breeches.
Archer’s eyes are burning, a circle of black flames forming around his irises, wild and unstoppable.
He frees another button, his gaze drinking in my aching breasts, my painfully hard nipples.
The last button pops beneath his fingers and my pants fall to the floor, leaving me in just my undergarments.
“Two hundred years,” he repeats, the roughness of his voice sends a shiver across my skin despite the heat radiating from his bare chest. “So you may want to say a prayer to the Eternal Triad… Because gods, I’m about to ruin you, Saige.”
Not taking my eyes off him, I push my undergarments down over my hips until they fall and pool at my feet. I lift my chin defiantly and lick my lips. “So ruin me.”
My words and nakedness destroy any remaining notion of restraint.
“Fuck.” Archer lunges for me, closing his mouth over mine and picking me up behind my knees, bringing my bare skin to his.
His heated chest is like fire against me, his powerful body shifting deliciously as he carries me to the bed.
He throws me down roughly, only pausing to shove his leathers down over his muscular thighs, his thick cock springing free before climbing onto the bed.
Kneeling between my legs, Archer holds himself over me, his mouth slightly parted, as though he can’t believe we’re here together, like this.
Cupping my jaw, he kisses me again—hard and slow all at once, before he breaks away to trail his lips down my neck.
“Archer—”
“I’m not rushing this,” he growls against the top of my breast. “Two hundred years, Saige. I’m going to savor every fucking second.”
I gasp as he traces a circle around my breast with his fingertips, torturously avoiding my nipple until I’m squirming beneath him.
He kisses my sternum, the curve and underside of my breast, before his mouth finally closes around the tight peak.
His stubble and teeth cause tiny bursts of pain across my skin, but his tongue soothes them instantly, and I’m crying out for more, my legs spreading beneath him, my core already slick with need.
His mouth moves to my abdomen, heading south. But I’m already shaking with desire, with the sole focus of feeling all of him inside me, so I claw at his shoulders and tug at his hair until he looks up, a wicked smile gracing his lips.
“Something you want, Saige?”
I shift my hips and moan as the hard length of him brushes against my clit. “You said you’d ruin me,” I murmur. “So do it.”
Archer’s gaze darkens in response. The corded sinew across his arms and broad shoulders ripple as he braces himself, sitting back on his heels and spreading my legs, gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise. He drags the crown of his cock up and down, through my wetness.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes.”
Another agonizing slide of him against me follows. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I hiss through gritted teeth.
He teases my entrance with the tip. “Hold on to the headboard, Saige.”
My hands shoot up above me, grabbing at the timber there.
“Good girl,” he says, and then he thrusts.
My head tips back on a moan as Archer fills me with every glorious inch of his impressive length.
The feel of him stretching me is almost too much to bear, but I am molten fire, my pleasure entirely at his mercy.
He stills for a moment, giving me time to adjust to the sheer size of him, but my body bucks involuntarily beneath him, demanding more.
Gilded by torchlight, Archer looks more warrior-god than ever, the faint scars across his torso calling to me in the golden glow. Warmth blooms across my chest and flushes my cheeks as he gives me a feral grin and his gaze dips down to where we are joined.
“Look how well you take me,” he murmurs, his eyes hooded with lust.
I follow his stare, where I’m stretched around him, the sight entirely depraved, especially as he slowly starts to thrust again, dragging his cock in and out of me.
“Harder. Faster,” I beg, scoring his chest with my nails, white-hot need taking hold. “Archer, I need you—”
He grabs my ankles, lifting both legs up by his ears in an obscene V as he cants his hips and slams into me.
“Fuck,” Archer groans. “You’re so tight, Saige. You’re fucking made for me. You’re—”
“Archer,” I gasp, my whole body curling up, tensing at the burst of pleasure that ignites me, pulling him deeper.
He’s everywhere, commanding every nerve-ending, drawing ripples of ecstasy out of every part of me.
I’m moaning his name over and over as he fucks me, each thrust sending me into a tailspin of building pressure.
Archer unleashes himself upon me, wild and ferocious, unlike anything I’ve ever known before.
I’m holding onto the headboard for dear life, but there’s every chance I’ll drift away onto some other plane at this rate.
I grind back against him, my hips rising to meet his brutal strokes. I want it all, every inch of him.
With Archer driving into me relentlessly, the pressure is building and building, and I’m already on the brink of coming apart when he reaches between us and rubs my clit with his thumb.
I shatter completely with a cry, seeing stars as my orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave. Pleasure surges from the base of my spine to the tips of my toes and fingers. I release the headboard to haul Archer to me, clinging to him as he sends me into wild, passionate oblivion.
“Fuck.” He follows me over the edge with a shout, snapping his hips to mine, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his release.
He gazes upon me in wonder as he catches his breath, “Saige,” he says hoarsely. “That was…”
“I know,” I manage, blinking back the tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. “I know.”
Archer captures my mouth in a tender kiss, and I sigh against his lips, murmuring his name for what feels like the thousandth time—a prayer and plea as he trails his kiss down my neck.
He smiles against my skin. “I love you, Saige Grayson.”
“I—”
He silences me with another kiss. “Tell me tomorrow, so I know this wasn’t a dream.”
My body is igniting beneath his touch again and I haul myself upright to straddle him, dragging my wet center over his already hardening cock. “If it’s a dream, don’t wake me up.”
I roll my hips, grinding against him.
“Fuck…” he groans, gripping my waist to guide my movements. “Did I fulfill my promise, Saige? Did I ruin you?” he asks, tracing a nipple, causing me to shudder.
I flash him a wicked smile. “Not even close, General.”
He sits up abruptly, nudging my entrance from below. “Then it seems I’ve got my work cut out for me.”
“You have no idea…” I tell him, biting my lip to stop the carnal moan breaking from me.
Archer shakes his head, that ring of black fire darkening his gaze once more. “What am I going to do with you?”
I tilt my hip and sink down on his length, both of us moaning. Biting the curve of his shoulder, I start to move. “I can think of a few hundred things.”