“So fucking wet.”
Her moan became a gasp. When her Remnants wrapped themselves around me, I chuckled, knowing my warm breath would tickle her thigh. “Feeling greedy?”
“Less words, more tongue,” she answered.
I could barely think past the pressure of my cock against the buckle of my pants. I didn’t relent. I knew what she needed.
“I’m going to come. Fuck. It’s too much.”
Her legs tightened. She arched off the bed. Still, I moved, sliding two fingers inside, feeling her pulse as pleasure rolled through her.
I had my pants off before she’d come down from her climax. When I crawled over the top of her, resting at her entrance, shereached for me. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Half-lidded eyes and a satiated smile. Gods. Fucking perfection.
She lifted her hips again, sliding up my cock, and it was nearly my undoing. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the urge to bury myself deep inside her and stay there. This was a time for hard and fast. Still, I couldn’t help staring into those eyes as I pressed myself to her entrance.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she took me, inch by inch. Her lips tasted like sin and her cunt felt like heaven. Halfway in, I pulled out and eased myself back in one more time. She was so godsdamn wet, and that little moan left her lips again. That was it for me. I pulled back and thrust inside again, unleashing the primal need to fuck her.
She buried her nails into my back. The pain of her breaking the skin mixed with the pleasure of her wrapped around my cock was something else entirely. A dance we always circled. I slammed forward again and again until she was writhing beneath me. I changed pace, changed the angle. Fucking her until her brows knit together and the only thing that existed in the world was her and I. She tightened again, tipping her head back on the bed. I held the rhythm, sliding my fingers over that beautiful neck as her moan vibrated against my palm. Watching her build and build beneath. Her hips rose, eager for more.
Gripping her neck, I yanked her forward until our foreheads touched. “I fucking love you.”
Her eyes flicked to my lips as I moved. When I slid my hand to the back of her neck to hold her up, she bit my bottom lip on a moan before she sighed, “I love you too, prick.”
I snatched the pins from her wild hair and tossed them to the side before burying my fingers in deep at the nape of her neck and tipping her head down. “Watch me fuck you,” I commanded. “Look how perfect we fit together.”
I thrust into her again, hard and deep, the slick heat of her clamping down on me like a vise. She gasped and I felt her body tighten around me, pulling me deeper, demanding more. I gave it to her.
Her hands clawed my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as she clung to me. Those thighs trembled around my hips, and I could feel the tension building in her, coiling tighter and tighter until she finally broke. Her back arched and she tossed her head back, crying out, with my fingers still tangled in her hair. Her voice was raw and desperate as she came undone around me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My cock jerked, pulsing inside her as I came. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
I crushed my lips to hers, swallowing her gasps and moans as I kissed her like it was the last thing I’d ever do. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I let her. She could take whatever she wanted from me. When I finally pulled away, she was smiling, her lips swollen and wet, her eyes dark with satisfaction. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Watching her smile over her shoulder at me as she dashed down the hall in nothing but that robe was a sight that would be burned into my memory for the rest of time.
The temperature seemedto drop several degrees as tension crept back into Archer’s shoulders. “There has to be another way.”
“There isn’t,” I said, as gently as I could. “The law is absolute. Not even I can change that.”
“Then change the time limit,” Quill suggested, hopping onto the seat beside Paesha. We sat in the garden at the Syndicatehouse having a simple lunch. “Three months isn’t long enough to fall in love, probably.”
“Love has nothing to do with it,” Archer muttered.
“It should,” Thea said fiercely. “You deserve that much at least.”
He smiled, but it wasn’t genuine at all. “What I deserve and what’s necessary aren’t always the same thing. And this was… is my choice.”
“What about me?” Quill asked suddenly. “I could marry you.”
The resulting chorus of “No!” from every adult present made her jump.
“Why not? I’m already connected to you both.” She twisted to look up at Paesha. “You said the Treeis bond means we’re family forever.”
“It does,” Paesha agreed. “But marriage is different. You’re far too young, and Archer needs someone who can help him rule.”
“I could help,” Quill insisted.
“You are helping with ideas,” Archer said fondly. “But let’s table the marriage proposals until you’re at least old enough to reach the top shelf in Elowen’s kitchen, okay?”
She huffed but settled back in her seat, snagging a roll from the basket on the table. “Fine. But I still think it’s stupid.”
