Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“Are you gonna fuck me right here?” I pant, running my hands through his hair.
“Why not?”
There’s no good reason, except I want to see Archer in bed, hands digging into my ass as I ride him.
After last night, I want a little control.
“Take me to bed first,” I whisper, running my lips along his throat.
He chuckles roughly and takes my nipple in his teeth.
I’m pretty sure my lady parts have been scattered to the seven winds by now.
“As she wishes,” he snarls. “My bed.”
So sexy.
So is the way he carries me into his room, one hand on my ass moving me up and down against his cock, rubbing me against him.
I’m pretty sure even through two whole layers, he can feel how wet I am.
By the time we reach the bed, I’m already close.
Totally ridiculous, because even though we’ve been sleeping together for a while, I’m still not used to the spell he casts on me.
It must be magic, simmering my blood and turning nerves I didn’t know I had into purring violin strings aching to be touched.
He tries to lay me down on the bed, but I keep my legs locked, and he tumbles down after me.
We both laugh, breathy and gasping.
For a second, I just absorb the magnificent feeling of him on top of me, his weight and heat and strength.
Yeah, this man couldn’t be disgusting if he tried.
The king-sized bed feels as huge as always, so I roll, pinning him under me as we strip away the rest of our clothes. His cock springs free and as I look up at him through my lashes, I take him in my mouth.
He groans.
I love that sound.
Just like I love it when his head rolls back, his jaw working like he’s trying desperately to keep himself under control.
That’s the hottest thing, when I make him go to pieces.
When I make him lose control.
I might not have him forever, but I can guarantee he won’t forget this.
When I sink down on him, he grasps my hips, his fingers digging into my skin greedily, wanting to move me, to control me, to break me.
“No,” I whisper, taking his hands and linking our fingers. “Hold tight.”
“Sugarbee.” He groans that nickname, his hands locked around me so tight it’s almost uncomfortable. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I know.” I rock my hips, doing everything I know he loves, bringing him to the edge.
I throw myself into it, riding him hard, the better to push him to the very brink and then pull back when he’s about to explode inside me.
No condom this time.
Holy shit.
I don’t know if he just forgot in the dizzying heat of the moment or if we’re that crazy to feel each other with nothing in the way.
But my pussy feels his veins, every glorious thrust, and it’s impossible to control my movements.
“Shit, you’re… you’re going to come inside me,” I grind out.
His eyes sharpen.
Not with surprise or denial.
With unbridled lust.
“You want that, woman? You want the man who fucks you this good to take every bit of you that’s left?” His breath hitches. “You want me to flood your little pussy?”
Oh, God.
I bite my lip so hard it hurts, so lost that all I can do is nod.
My own orgasm rolls in like a fast-moving storm, aching to feel us come together so bad.
Another moment.
Another delusion.
Another bittersweet memory, maybe.
But right now, I don’t care.
I’m that insane, writhing on his cock, if I’m still moving at all and it isn’t his hands flinging me up and down on his shaft.
Holy hell.
Yes, it’s temporary, this feeling of belonging, but I crave it desperately.
I crave him like oxygen.
But that’s a thought I shut away for another time as I lose myself in midnight-blue eyes.
“Winnie, goddamn!” Every muscle against me turns to granite, his skin slick with sweat.
“I’m close,” I tell him. My words are clipped but soft. “Archer, I’m going to come!”
“Fuck, fuck. Come on my cock, Winnie.” He holds my gaze like lightning splitting the sky.
I do, and he flexes under me as he gives in to his animal need, swelling deep inside me as I tighten around him.
He’s a human wave, a groaning storm, a tsunami slamming my body against him.
I feel his echo in my bones.
The way he twitches, the rattle in his chest, the way he rasps as he buries his cock to the hilt and unloads.
Coming!
Then there’s just white-hot ecstasy burning away my senses.
Every shattering moan and rough grunt as he erupts deep inside me feels like the darkest enlightenment.
Yes, I think I get it now.
If this is a beautiful delusion, don’t ever bring me home.
If this is how it has to end with Archer Rory, I’ll suffer for every second we have left.
His hands hold mine so tight I can’t feel my fingers when I open my eyes again.