Chapter 65
Elle
Archer complies immediately. My arms are practically yanked out of the sleeves of my dress as Archer frees my breasts and the other half is shoved above my ass. He yanks my thong down, ripping the fabric. The sound of lace tearing ignites a feral heat within me.
“Archer—” I don’t get to finish the thought.
He pushes me against the wall, his mouth claiming mine. All teeth and tongue, there is nothing gentle about this kiss. This kiss is from a man desperate to claim what is his.
His fingers wrap in my hair and force my head where he wants it. The delicious pull sends a flood of warmth to my core. I hook my fingers into the expensive fabric of his shirt, yanking it hard enough to pop some of the buttons.
He leaves my mouth and assaults my neck.
Leaving a trail of wet hot kisses from my neck to the valley of my breasts.
He takes my left nipple into his mouth and suckles hungrily as he works right between his fingers.
His eyes stay trained on me as he continues down my body, licking and biting at my flesh until he settles between my thighs.
He hooks my leg up and around his shoulder nipping at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and leaves a dark bruise on my right side as he nears my core.
I slide my hand through his thick hair, drawing him closer to where I need him.
I bite my lip so hard I’m afraid I draw blood to keep quiet as Archer tongue slides into me, lapping up my arousal.
His tongue alternates between my clit and my slit. My head falls back against the cold tile. I force myself to stay quiet.
It’s almost impossible. My knees shake as he slides in two fingers curling just right, that I begin to see stars. He pumps his fingers in and out of me as his mouth assaults my clit. I’m quickly approaching my orgasm my back arches off the tiled wall, I’m so close I—
Without warning he stops. A pout forms at my lips as he untangles himself from me.
He moves to stand. I watch as he unbuckles his belt and releases himself from his boxers.
I watch, desperate for the release he promised.
He strokes himself, once, twice, three times, before he buries himself inside me.
He enters me with ease. Our bodies are used to the feeling of one another grinding, working in tandem to reach gratification. His thrusts are forceful, almost desperate. I hold him close, keeping him from pulling completely out.
I pull on his hair, bringing his lips to meet mine in a passionate kiss, mostly tongues and teeth.
But it pushes me over the edge nonetheless.
My walls clench around his cock. He gives me a faint warning, to which I encourage his orgasm.
His hips rut into mine, desperately chasing the orgasm he’s been craving.
He slumps against me, the adrenaline from the fight and our make-up sex, leaving his body.