Page 21 of Broken By Silence
I start to move, unable to hold myself back anymore. I keep my thrusts slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure through me and her, if the way her mouth has parted and the way she writhes under our touch is anything to go by.
Her skin seems to glow with a flush, and a fine sheen of sweat glistens across her collarbone and along the slope of her thighs. Her hair has fallen out of her bun, fanning around her, tousled and halo-like, clinging in soft tendrils to her temple.
She’s an angel.
A siren sent from the heavens to tempt me into damnation.
Something I would happily fall into for her.
Archer’s lips find hers, his hand slides down to where me and her are joined. His fingers brush against her clit, making her body convulse around my cock as she cries out. Cries of pleasure, I wishI could hear.
I can feel her getting closer to the edge, the tension building inside of us all with every thrust and touch.
“Let go.”Archer’s lips move against hers.“We’ve got you.”
Lottie listens so perfectly, pleasure crashing over her like a wave, pulling her under and leaving her gasping for air. I watch it all happen as her pussy clamps around me like a vice, my thrusts becoming more urgent as I follow her, my body shuddering against hers.
Archer’s hand stays where it is, drawing out every last bit of pleasure that he can while we are both spent and trembling, and he follows us over, spilling his come over his hand.
For a moment, none of us move, staying the way we are, tangled in a mess of limbs and sweat. Then I pull out gently, my hands moving to her face. I brush my lips over hers, moving them slowly so she can feel me saying the words with my mouth instead of my hands.
“I… Love… You.”
I pull back, staring down at my Siren with nothing but utter adoration. Her eyes are half-lidded, lips slightly parted; she is something not quite of this world—an otherworldly softness that I want to lose myself in again and again.
Archer kisses her temple, his arms wrapping around her.
Lottie doesn’t speak right away, and she doesn’t need to. Her body says everything her words can’t—pliant, trusting, and cradled between us where she belongs. I feel the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathes us in, a faint tremble running through her limbs like the aftershock of a storm.
She’s weightless.
Raw.
Beautiful.
Archer holds her like he’s anchoring her to the earth, his larger frame curled around her protectively. His hand glides down her side in slow, reassuring strokes, grounding her. He’s whispering in her ear, though I don’t know what, but Lottie’s eyes are closed, a small smile on her face.
I reach for the blanket and pull it over her bare skin, tucking it gently around her. She’s warm but not overheated—just flushed from the rush. Still, I smooth my hand across her brow, brushing back damp hair, needing to do something.
“I’m going to get her some water,”I sign, gaining Archer’s attention. I press one last kiss to her cheek before sliding off the bed and putting on some pants just in case I run into Claire or Will.
When I get back, bottle of water in hand, Lottie is curled in Archer’s arms, her face buried in his chest as he strokes her hair.
He pauses, lifting his hands and signs.“She’s half asleep.”
I nod and ease the glass into her hands as I sit on the edge of the bed. Lottie’s eyes crack open as she smiles lazily at me.“Just a few sips, okay?”Archer says.
She blinks slowly, then takes the water, her fingers brushing mine as she drinks. I hold the glass steady for her, my other hand cupping the back of her neck. Her lips are a little swollen from kissing, and they part in a sleepy sigh when she’s done.
“Good girl,”I sign to her, and a flicker of a smile crosses her face. Archer shifts behind her so we can lie on either side of her, cocooning her in warmth. His hand stays at her waist, thumb lazily circling her skin, while I take her hand in mine and press it against my chest.
Lottie shuffles closer, her face pressing against my bare chest, and she hums softly, the barely there vibrations letting me know she’s happy even though I wish I could hear them. She settles between us like she’s always meant to be here, and I feel her breath warm against my skin, soft and steady.
Her fingers twitch in mine, curling a little tighter, like even in sleep, she’s afraid we’ll let go. Lottie shifts, her lips move, mouthing nothing coherent, and I brush a strand of hair off her forehead. She sighs, melting further into me, her body molding to mine.
I press a kiss to her hair, my fingers still linked with hers, and close my eyes, unable to believe she’s in my arms, finally feeling at peace for the first time in years.
Chapter 8
