Page 140 of Burning Heir

“You do a great job at distracting me. Knowing my body will listen,” I whispered. “I asked you—to take me to Night.”

I grabbed his jaw, bringing him to my lips. His tongue slid over my teeth, devouring every gasp as he edged a finger inside me. “I can show you how itfeels. How’s that?” Then, another, and my body lurched into his chest, riding him with delighted moans. He kissed my wrist, where a bruise formed from Monty’s tight grip.

Everything about Archer felt forbidden, knowing I was promised to him in another life. My body, my name was his.

And I wondered if he knew from his claim of marking my body where others had touched me because he knew I was his.

“Your body does more than listen to me,” he sang, unsure if the words were in my mind.

Shadows crawled under my veins as starlight tinged my skin, our skin.

His lips tasted like ash. We were bonding. Flame and smoke whirled as I clawed at his tunic, popping three buttons to slide my hands over his chest. I needed more as I struggled to lift his shirt off. Thunder rumbled outside, shaking the glass windows as he kissed my pelvic bone, lowering, his tongue gliding over the sensitive area before circling my opening with devilish licks. I ran my hands down his bare back, gripping his clenched muscles as he teased me.

“Archer, I need you… closer.”

“You want me to fuck you because you wish for a bond to form, or do youwantme?”

“Both.”

He twined our palms together, relic to relic. Then, he laid me on my back, arching me into him as his legs locked my hips wide.

My other hand traced the serpent on his neck. “You are mine,” he hissed.

Closer. I needed him closer.

“I am yours,” I whispered, his body pressed into me, hips squared on top, hardening as he fiddled with his belt. Blue eyes soaked me with one devilish look.

I felt him grow hard on me, the pressure of him between my legs. “Are you sure you want this, Severyn? There are other ways we can bond.”

“I want to. I want our bond to be strong.” I’d blame it on the bond, but I wanted him more.

His knees spread my legs open, locking my spine to the woven sheets. He grinned at the dampness between them, kissing me harder and claiming every curve on my neck with his tongue as he thrusted inside my shaking legs.

Deeper with his strokes, I saw the depths of ebony within his eyes.

Stars lined my vision with each breath and moan of my name on his tongue. The headboard creaked. His chest echoed in mine as our rider bond snapped in place. My body sang to his, matching his infatuating moans. It’s his heat I’m narrowed to, my heat. My world slim and faint with each thrust deeper inside me until I swear he can’t possibly fit more of him inside me.

I’ve never been sure of anything besides Archer. That thin wall of our bond was solid, lined with molten steel along every crack and surface. His relic glowed with embers, while mine was outlined with a dark glow. The blue of his iris rimmed with a soft red. I kissed him again, licking the ash off his tongue. Then, a swirl of ebony consumed my mind.

And time seemed to stop. Each pound of him inside me. I swore I’d never felt pleasure, never breathed pure air without his breath choking down my lungs.

I believed I loved him—that nothing besides him tethered me to this world as he stoked a soothing shadowed finger along my shaking thighs. “Doyouaccept our bond?” I asked.

He moaned, “Yes,” nipping at my lower lip again. “Nothing, Severyn, could keep you away from me. Not a shield, a ward, or distance.” He kissed each rib, the underside of my breasts, as he slowed his swaying hips in tune with mine.

“Cum for me,” he said. “I want to feel it through the bond.”

He spread me wider. Grinding his hips into me. I was close, narrowing into that heated touch. “Archer,” I moaned.

I came twice, one after the other. But I’d lost count after he flipped me on my stomach, chest taunt against my spine.

He devoured my body for an hour. Fucked me until shadows held my mind—my desires. His tongue marked me in no place I’d allow another man to touch. Restlessly, I rolled over, and our hands thumped over our beating chests.

He got close to my ear. “Feel my pleasure rise.” He came inside me, and I was thankful I’d smoked mycris a few weeks ago.

My thighs sweltered from his grip. “Just a shield once your claim wears off,” I whispered, eyeing him from my whirling head.

His blue eyes, still ringed with ash, swayed to meet mine. “We could do that again until the sun rises. I know a trick that slows midnight,” he snapped playfully, hoisting my legs over his chest. I swear there was never a more beautiful man to exist. I swore darkness didn’t need light as his shadows reeled my burning skin.

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