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His gaze roams my entire body as he labors to catch his breath. Even his perfect hair is a mess. We’re at an impasse. Both of us halfway to self-destruction. Neither one of us willing to give in.

“Is this how you begged him? You showed him your sweet little cunt and begged?” he says through gritted teeth.

“Don’t do that.” I suck in my breath. “You’re using him as an excuse. You’re not jealous of him. He’s your shield. Because you’re afraid of me.”

“Hmm.” He growls in my ear. “What do you want from me?” He drags his fingers down my spine. When he reaches my ass, he releases my hair. “Beg me for it.”

I furrow my brows, looking at him with eyes wide open.

I don’t dare move. Though I know he’s done with me. His punishment is complete. Like before, I’m left vulnerable and exposed—wanting and longing for a love I can’t have. My heart rate continues to beat dangerously fast because he’s still watching me intently.

Lifting my butt, I slip my hand underneath my belly and keep going. A moan escapes my lips when my fingers touch my sensitive bud. I swallow my tears and slightly grind my hips into the bed to give myself what he won’t give me.

He hisses and drops to his knees. “That’s right, wife. Take what you need.” He parts my butt cheeks and breathes hot air into my wet entrance.

And then I’m sure I’ve died and gone to heaven. His mouth descends on my sex and sends me over the edge.

“Yes.” The words echo in the room and I’m not sure if that was him or me.

His tongue is relentless and calculating as it works to bring me higher and higher. He kisses and nibbles as if I’m the most delicious meal. I’m well aware that he’s choosing to please me but only because my hands are trapped beneath my body, and I can’t see his eyes.

More, I need so much more.

“Archer.”

“I know.” He kisses the inside of my thigh and stops.

“Archer?” I prop myself on my elbows and let my head hang.

“Look at me,” he orders.

I twist at my waist to meet his gaze. He licks his lips, then places his index and middle fingers in my mouth. Gosh, the man is crazy beautiful, alluring and a complete mystery to me.

He rises to his feet. “Relax, Little Dove.” He pulls out of my mouth and penetrates me with his fingers.

The sharp sting of my hymen breaking shoots up my core. I didn’t think that was a real thing. Or that after all the years of extraneous exercise, I would have any of it left. But fuck it hurts.

“Ah.” I yelp.

“Look at me,” he repeats. “Don’t look away. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

I shake my head. But I realize that I didn’t really know what I wanted. “It hurts.”

“I know.” He moves his fingers out, drawing circles on my butt hole, then inserts them again. “It will pass. Focus on what feels good.”

“Hmmm. Everything you do feels good,” I confess as my legs tremble.

Despite the pain, the desire burning in my core hasn’t stopped growing. I can’t contain it. His deft fingers know exactly what they’re doing as they reach deeper and deeper inside me. Each stroke is meant to drive me to insanity. And he’s winning. He wins every time. Because I have zero self-control when it comes to him.

“Let it go, wife.” He grips my hair at the nape of my neck and plunges into me again.

And then I’m flying so high, my body is weightless. My orgasm rips through me with so much intensity, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

When every last bit of my release is spent, he releases the hold he has on my hair and my pussy. I lie there unable to move. He cradles me in his arms and sets me on the bed the way he found me when he first walked in.

“I like seeing you like this, covered in your own juices.” He pats my hairless mound.

I glance down and catch a sight of the dry blood on his fingers. I get the sense that I’m missing a big point here. But I’m too sated to think about anything too hard. Or to even consider what any of all this means.