Page 153 of Burning Heir

“Louder,” he growled. His mouth found my puckered nipples, slowly nipping, slowly sucking each one until they were raw with heat.

“Archer—I need you inside,” I breathed. “Please.”

“So demanding, little heir.” He stroked over my core, and my body clenched at the sound of his breath filling the air. “Not until you cum once, maybe twice.” He growled low into my ear, “Let me worship you like a seventh God.”

The thought alone of Archer inside of me was enough to tip me over the edge. He kept going, knotting that desire, that pleasure, until my flame nearly branded his shoulder.

“It’s… too sensitive,” I cried.

“I can feel when you cum, and you haven’t yet.” Pleasure knotted in my core as he stroked his fingers deeper, and my cry pierced through his veil of shadows.

“That’s it,” he said. “Ride it out, little heir.”

My hips ground into his fingers, lifting my knees up as stars exploded in my vision. “Oh, my— Archer.”

He unbuckled his pants, one finger still buried under my dress, only leaving briefly as he slipped them below his ankles and threw them off the bed. My legs locked around his waist as he lined himself up, rocking my hips until he plunged inside of me.

“Fuck.” He cursed, snarling into my heated flesh. His hands glided through my hair, and I dug my nails into his skin, into his serpent mark clenching as he thrusted in me.

Our chests slammed against each other. His knee nudged my thighs to spread.Shit, that wasn’t all of him.

Flashes streaked my vision. This wasn’t fucking, this was something…Oh Gods.My knees buckled.

“I will show you what pleasure is, Severyn until you know how you like to be worshipped.” He placed a hand on my knees, pushing them back.

He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me hard. Kissed me as if it were his last breath… as if it were our last kiss. His rhythm slowed as our shadow relics were palm-to-palm. His heart raced in beat with mine, pulling out just before he finished.

“That was three,” I said, breathlessly.

“I know.”

He carried me to the shower, legs dangling over his arms. “I often forget how isolated you were in the north,” he said. “You’re so innocent, and I… just want you to know you can be comfortable around me. We can ease into other things.”

“What other things?” I asked.

He turned the tap on cold, and I swore my skin sizzled as he carried me under the stream. “Oh, was I not good?”

“Fuck, no. Sev. If we make love, you will cum. I don’t care if you must ride my fingers for an hour.”

I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck. “I want all of it. You. I want you. I want to know what you like,” I said.

“As long as you are wrapped around me. I will like it.”

My thumb brushed the serpent on his neck. “How did you kill your lindworm?” I asked.

“After Skyfall. My grandfather led the six students of Night through every valley to find one. The snake appeared out of nowhere. Killed four of us before we could draw our swords.”

The water streamed down our faces, now near ice temperature. “And the snake killed the fifth, leaving you to slay it?”

“Sometimes the lindworm draws from your weaknesses. The other student left standing turned on me, and it was like the lindworm had tied his life to him.”

I shuddered. “You—your first blood was another Night student?”

“I’m not proud of it.”

I furrowed a brow, leaning into him. “I—I guess our first blood is the most impressionable.”

“Someday, it will get better. The guilt goes away.” He leaned his forehead against mine. “A leader can’t break.”

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