Page 16 of An Archer's Redemption

We both stood naked, kissing and rubbing and gripping.

The cool cavern felt more like an oven.

And I wanted more.

Declan pulled back from our kisses and rasped, “If anyone ever talked about you like you just did, I would beat the ever-loving shit out of them. Do you hear me? Nobody talks about you like that, not even you.”

His words held the conviction of a thousand jurists, and I knew in my bones he meant every word.

How had I won this man? How had the Spirits granted it so?

He dropped to his knees so fast I barely had time to gasp as his tongue teased my already moistened head.

My whole body spasmed as my cock twitched.

“Damn, Dec.”

He gripped my balls with one hand, pulling them back out of the way, forcing me to stand even more erect than before. His tongue traveled my length, tickling and teasing, making me squirm and throb. His other hand reached up, and he raked fingers through the fine hairs of my chest. Then he kneaded the muscles, gripping and squeezing.

I threw my head back as his mouth enveloped me, swallowed me down to the base. I felt my head scrape somewhere deep in his throat. As he pulled back, the warmth of the world left me for the briefest moment, then I was inside him again.

And again.

“If you keep doing that—”

“Don’t you dare.” Declan pulled back and stood, gripping my cock with one hand. “This is mine, you hear me. It doesn’t fire until I release the arrow.”

A laugh erupted from somewhere deep in my gut. “Going full Ranger on me?”

He squeezed.

“Ah!” I saw stars.

“Hands on the table,” he ordered. “You may be a lordling, but I am your superior officer.”

“Says who?”

He grabbed my arm, spun me around, and bent me over, forcing my palms flat on the table. Before I could think of some sharp retort, he was spreading my cheeks and spearing his tongue deep into dark places.

Again, I squirmed my way over the damn table.

“Mother of fucking fuckery, Dec. If you get any deeper—”

He spread me wider and shoved himself so far up my ass I thought he might lose his tongue.

I had never felt fire inside me before, but damn, if it didn’t blaze within.

His hand reached around as his tongue dove again, and I was sure my control would shatter.

Then he rose, and I felt him press against me.

“Do you want this?” he asked.

“Gods, yes, Dec. Please.”

He pressed just the tip inside.

I leaned forward. “Yes!”

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