Page 78 of Sinful Seduction
Electricity pulses in my veins, sparking at every nerve ending and frustrating more than it helps. “I want you.” I fist his hair the way he did mine, tearing his feral gaze up and away from my pussy. “Not your fingers. Not your tongue. I wantyou.”
“Soon.” He drops again and feasts on my clit, sliding his fingers forward and teasing my asshole with his pinky. “I’ll get you soon, Mayet. But I wanna eat first.”
“Jesus.” I gasp as pleasure ripples up through my belly and into my chest. “Archer.”
“I love you so much.” He nips at my thigh, sucking on my flesh and leaving behind a mark only he and I will ever see. “I have no clue who the fuck I was before I met you. I was a nobody.”
“You were a whore.” I wrap my legs around his torso—screw my knee—and try to force him up. “Spending your time with all the wrong people.”
“But the moment I saw you, I knew.” He crawls over me, biting as he goes. My belly. My ribs. My nipple. He presses a kiss right over my heart, and then another on the front of my throat, right where my pulse hammers out of control. Finally, he stops with the head of his cock at my pussy. “You ran into me, and I just knew.”
“You ran into me.” I reach between us and line him up, desperate for him. Frantic for more than just his fingers. “You were rude and antagonistic and utterly Malone.”
He flashes a smile in the dark, a charming, sexy smirk that transforms my pounding heart into something a lotgooier. “You fought so hard against falling in love. You wanted nothing to do with it.” With a grunt and one fast slide, he buries his cock to the hilt and slaps his hand over my mouth, trapping my cry of pleasure and pain. “But you married me anyway. Twice.” Retreating to the very tip, he barrels forward again and destroys me, body and soul. He rides me with abandon, filling me to the brim. And with every movement of his hips, he stares down into my eyes, smug with satisfaction. “Twice means you meant it. It wasn’t a rash decision.”
I bite his palm and draw a heady breath, refilling my lungs. “Once means I meant it. Twice means I’m shit out of luck if you change your mind.”
“Never.” He scoops my leg up, draping it over his shoulder. “I spent thirty years just fucking around. Wasting my time. Now you’re here and everything is exactly how it should be.”
Fire builds in my belly, furious and blistering. Burning in that waywhere pain feels so, so good. My release grows larger. Closer. But I’m not ready for this to end, so I pull him down and take his lips with mine. I taste myself on his tongue. I smell myself on his skin. Most of all, I bathe inus, knowing that someday, it’ll end.
Not yet. Not for a while.
But eventually…
“You’re so needy after infusion.” He breaks our kiss with a gasp, grabbing my breast and folding to take my nipple between his lips. “Just thinking about infusion turns me on now, because I know I’m gonna wake to my cock wet with you.”
I drop my head back and moan, squeezing my eyes shut.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight.” He glides forward, violent and possessive, but so, so perfectly sized, he becomes the puzzle piece I was created to fit. He nibbles on my breast, swapping sides to ensure fairness all round. And slipping his hand beneath me, lowering it to where my tailbone touches the mattress, he drives a finger into my ass and holds me down when I buck wildly out of control. “You like that, huh?” He changes position, bringing his knees up beneath himself and lifting his chest. He grips my leg, holding it over his shoulder, but he fucks my ass with his digit and rocks his hips forward until I’m nothing but a slave to him. There’s no escape. No reprieve. There’s nowhere for me to go except through the fire.
“Archer….”
“Come for me, beautiful.” He brings me down onto his cock. “Crush me. Cream all over me. I wanna see you explode.”
“God.” I fist my hair, tugging until I feel the sting in my scalp, and choking on my breath, I try to inhale. I try to fill my lungs to counteract the way he leaves me dizzy. But all I manage is a cough and groan, pleasure pushing me up, up,upto the very precipice of an eruption I can’t avoid. Then I step over the edge and free-fall, crying out as his hand comes over my mouth again.
“Those are for me.” He throws his head back, a wolf howling at the moon. But he joins me in our freefall, filling me with his release and burning me from the inside out. His body twitches, his lungs desperate for air. And then he collapses on top of me, nuzzling and burying his lips against my pounding throat.
“You’re heavy.”
He chuckles, burrowing in so his hair tickles my chin. “You gotta hold me up for a minute. I don’t wanna move.”
“I was going to suck your dick.” I draw my trapped leg out frombetween his chest and mine and drop it to the mattress with a groan. “You woke up too quickly.”
“Give me a minute,” he pants. “Then you can suck me off. I don’t mind.”
I roll my eyes. But it’s all for show, because pleasure becomes a gentle hum in my veins. Completion, a relaxing consciousness where I’m neither awake nor asleep. “Love you.”
He grunts, withdrawing his hand from beneath me and slipping to the left, placing most of his weight on his side. But he drapes his arm over my belly, his leg over my thighs, and pins me to the mattress. “Love you, too. Now shush. Going back to sleep.”
I snicker and stare up at the ceiling as the sun works just a little higher in the sky. As the day heats and the sweat I woke with only gets worse. But I walk my fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp, because his breathing slows. It deepens, and I’m pretty damn sure he grows heavier.
“A-a-a, kotki dwa.” I hum a song from my memories, a lullaby my mother sang to me back before I understood the difference between two separate languages. When Archer’s breathing stalls, his head tilting back and his eyes coming to mine, I smile and add, “Szarobure. Both of them.”
“Kotki?”
“Kittens.” I stretch my neck and press a gentle kiss to his lips. “You can go back to sleep if you want to. We still have time.”