Page 220 of Three Reckless Words

Another act of worship I’ll always adore—even if we have the most rough, inhuman sex sometimes, it’ll always have love.

That’s what it means, I suppose, to love a man this deeply.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” I strangle out, my breath caught in my throat.

“And I can’t wait to breed this little pussy.” He reaches between my legs and squeezes possessively.

I. Am. Dead.

Especially when he kisses me again, and I press my body against his, holding on to every movement and meeting his thrusts with my own trembling hips.

Archer is mine with every grunt, every pump, every guttural curse leaving his lips.

I might be his, but he’s mine, and I’m half-crazed when I say, “Do it, do it, I’ll love you forever.”

It’s not really possible, no. I’m not even off birth control yet.

But just imagining it, the way I could let him erupt and let his molten seed find its mark…

My teeth catch my bottom lip.

I bite down, smiling like mad as his rhythm quickens.

He’spoundingme now, bringing me closer with every thrust, lifting me off the bed with punishing strokes.

I’m on the edge of a cliff.

When he grabs my chin, tilting my face up so I meet his gaze, I’m so gone.

“I love you, Winnie Rory,” he says.

Destroyed.

I don’t have a prayer of holding back another second, not after that.

I just hold on, throwing my head back in the best orgasm of my entire life.

All-consuming, soul-ripping, eye-rolling ecstasy.

And I know he’s just as tormented as he thrusts straight through my convulsions, reaching that fever pitch that only halts when he pushes so deep.

His cock swells.

He turns to stone.

Archer groans like an avalanche, biting my lips as he comes.

He floods me with so much heat.

It’s too divine, the way we go spiraling down together in perfect rhythm.

When my vision isn’t white anymore and I can catch my breath, I smile into his strong, bearded face.

“Winnie Rory might be the best thing I’ve heard you say all day.”

“Yeah? Better than ‘will you marry me’?”

I hold him tighter, tracing his brow.

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