“Archer!”
He nibbled on her lips and she felt him shiver, her hands ran down his back, partly caressing, partly scraping. When she cupped his ass, Zoe tried to convey her urgency, her need for the climax he perversely kept out of reach. She squeezed, and she bucked, until he finally relented.
Well on her way to climax, Archer moved again, and rolled her onto her side, spooning her. His movement was swift when he opened her leg and slowly pushed his cock deep into her once more. The sensation of being penetrated so deeply, so fully, was heavenly. Understanding her need, his arm came around her hip to cup her mound, a finger, and then two, parting her folds and rasping against her clit. The sensation made her bow against him, and Archer sank his teeth into her shoulder. The mix of sensations, the intensity of how she felt for him and the pleasure exploding inside her made her shout his name.
Archer didn’t stop his movements. He increased the pace, a low moan coming from him until she felt him tense. Zoe orgasmed once more as he poured himself inside her and gentled his touch against her oversensitive mound.
Both were breathless, and, knowing she made him lose his cool and collected attitude, gave her an additional high. Archer gathered her even more strongly in his arms, his lips skimming over the bite on her shoulder. Zoe let herself soften in his embrace as he slipped out of her and found a more comfortable position. There was nothing else to be added, nothing else to be said.
Zoe felt rung out, empty, but so filled with joy at the same time. It was the first time in her life she’d ever felt happiness. After all the struggles, the hardship, the fear and the sacrifices, she was content. It was so rare, so precious, she couldn’t fall asleep. Archer was holding her, his heat surrounding her, until his body slowly relaxed as he went to sleep.
Ever so slowly, she shifted to look at his face. It was the first time he’d looked so peaceful. He would always look dangerous, lethal, even in slumber.
For a long moment, she memorized his beloved face until she couldn’t delay going to the bathroom. When she returned, Zoe noticed that her phone was still in her room. Her only intention was to take it back to Archer’s room, but when she checked, there was a message. From Beatrice.
Close to the threat. Will secure Lucas tomorrow morning. On it.
And there it was. No more decision, no more hesitation. Her eyes went to the box containing the syringe on the bed. There were only a few hours before sunrise, and she had to act fast.
