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"Yes!" I arched off the bed again, my walls clenching around his finger. "More, please, more."

He added a second finger, stretching me deliciously as he pumped them in and out. His tongue returned to my clit, circling it with devastating precision. The dual sensations had me racing toward the edge embarrassingly fast.

"You're going to come for me," Archer murmured against my flesh, his voice vibrating through me. "And then you're going to come again. And again. Until you're begging me to stop instead of begging me for more."

His words, filthy and promising, combined with the skilled movements of his fingers and tongue, pushed me over. My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, making me cry out his name as my walls pulsed around his fingers. He didn't let up, working me through it, drawing it out until I was trembling and gasping for air.

"One," he counted, a smug satisfaction in his voice.

Before I could recover, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, fucking into me with it, tasting me from the inside while his thumb took over the work on my clit. The new sensation had me building again almost immediately, the second peak approaching even faster than the first.

"Oh god, oh god," I chanted, my hips rolling against his face, chasing the pleasure he was giving me.

"You gonna come again for me already?" Archer asked, his voice dark with desire. "Look at you, so fucking desperate and needy. Your pussy is gushing for me."

His dirty talk sent another rush of heat through me. I nodded frantically, words beyond me now.

"That's it," he encouraged, redoubling his efforts. "Give it to me. Let me feel you come on my tongue."

The second orgasm hit me harder than the first, wringing a scream from my throat as my entire body convulsed. Archer moaned against me, drinking in my release like it was the finest wine.

"Two," he said, his voice strained now, his own need evident in the tension of his shoulders, the tightness of his jaw.

I lay there, panting, sweat making my silver hair stick to my temples and neck. My body felt boneless, satisfied, yet somehow still hungry for more. The heat in my blood hadn't diminished. If anything, it had intensified.

Archer moved up my body, his clothed chest brushing against my naked skin as he hovered over me. "One more," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I want to hear you scream one more time."

His fingers returned to my oversensitive flesh, making me gasp and jerk. It was too much and not enough all at once. I clutched at his shoulders, feeling the corded muscles beneath his shirt.

"I don't know if I can—" I started, but he cut me off with a fierce look.

"You can," he insisted, his thumb finding my clit again. "And you will. For me."

His confidence in my body's response was both intimidating and incredibly arousing. He slid two fingers back inside me, curling them expertly to hit that perfect spot, while his thumb worked my clit in tight circles.

"Look at you," he murmured, his eyes devouring the sight of me sprawled beneath him, flushed and desperate. "So fucking beautiful. Your pussy is perfection. Tight and wet and hungry for more."

I moaned, my hips lifting to meet his hand, chasing the building pressure. "Archer!"

"That's it," he encouraged. "Say my name when you come. I want Rowen to hear it echoing in these halls when he returns. I want him to know who made you fall apart first."

The possessiveness in his voice, the way he wanted to mark me as his even in Rowen's absence, pushed me closer to the edge. My walls began to flutter around his fingers as the third orgasm approached.

"I'm close," I warned, my voice breaking on the words.

"Give it to me," he demanded, increasing the speed and pressure of his movements. "Come for me, Sierra. Now."

My release crashed over me like lightning, electric and all-consuming. I screamed his name, just as he'd commanded, my body arching off the bed as pleasure radiated outward from my core. My nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood, even through his shirt.

"Three," Archer counted triumphantly, slowly withdrawing his fingers as I collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent.

He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight was so erotic that I felt a fresh pulse of desire, despite my exhaustion.

"Delicious," he pronounced, a wicked smile curving his lips. "I could feast on you for days."

I let out a breathless laugh, my limbs heavy with satisfaction. "Is that a promise?"

Archer's eyes darkened further, if that was possible. "Absolutely."