Page 219 of Three Reckless Words

His eyes are dark on me, watching as I moan and writhe on his fingers, just like I’ll do on his dick soon.

I know it turns him on to see me like this, and knowing that makes the fever in my blood absolutely crazy.

I’m dangerously close to coming.

I should be used to it now, being so hilariously quick to finish when it’s Archer freaking Rory, but it doesn’t stop me from loving it.

The O barrels closer.

I don’t need to tell him.

He can sense it from my heaving breaths, the way my nipples pucker, my pussy clenching his hand so tight.

“That’s fucking right,” he urges, increasing the tempo of his thrusts and trailing his free hand along my breast—a light touch, a tease to keep me wanting.

Yes, it’s working.

But it’s also just nudging me closer to the brink without pushing me over, torturing me in the most exquisite way possible.

Then Archer meets my eyes, baring his teeth. “Let me feel that pussy come, sweetheart. Don’t you dare hold back.”

“Yes! Archer!”

I obey, slurring his name like a desperate prayer as pleasure cuts through me, swelling and cascading and drowning my senses.

He holds me as I slump against him, until he finally removes his hand, slick from my pussy.

I watch him in stunned silence as he takes his sweet time licking each finger.

This time, he doesn’t give me time to recover, or even ask.

He just pushes me back with a feral glint in his eye until I’m lying against the pillow.

His face hovers just over mine as he slams himself in balls deep.

It’s not gentle when he’s so huge, filling me so completely.

It’s sudden and sharp and it almost makes me come again.

Totally unheard of before this man.

But now, Archer could practically tell me to come without touching me and my body would listen.

It’s like he has me conditioned, trained to obey his commands.

And he links his strong fingers with mine as he moves.

All I can see are his eyes, wide and intense, inviting me to lose myself.

All I know is Archer, my almost-husband—and he dominates my senses the same way he rules my heart. Soon, he’ll take over every part of my life.

God, I welcome him.

Sighing, I cup his face in my hands, smoothing his cheeks, and he kisses my palm. It’s this tenderness that takes our sex from great to mind-blowing.

He doesn’t just make love to my body, he fucks my mind, too.

Another delight I never imagined before Archer.

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