“Fuck, Cici.” His sharp groan reminded me how much wolves loved a woman turning her back to them in bed.
I widened my stance, my hips still swaying. Then I reached over my shoulder and tugged my shirt up from the back. I’d never felt more exposed, but being with Archer made me feel empowered and wild. I lost my inhibitions in the level of control he gave me.
“Are you wet?” he asked.
I gave him a hot look over my shoulder. “Touch me and see.”
When I felt his hot length slide against my slick seam, I unleashed a moan.
“Oh, Cici. Your pussy is so ready for me.”
I closed my legs, trapping him. Archer put his hand on my back, his hips pistoning in a demanding tempo as he stroked my sex without penetration. When I whimpered, he broke contact.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I stood and faced him. As soon as my arms locked around his neck, I branded him with a claiming kiss.
Archer ensnared my waist, lifting me off my feet as he walked into the bedroom. He held me with incredible ease, demonstrating his power.
“You shouldn’t have gotten so wet.” His voice was raw with need as he walked me to the bed.
I fell onto the mattress, my eyes feasting on the thorny tattoo encircling his neck, the cut of his sculpted abs, and the deliberate way he licked his lips when his eyes roamed down the length of my body.
Archer knelt and generously kissed the bend of my knees, the supple skin of my thighs, the curve of my hips, traveling a slow path across the hills and valleys of my body. Every inch of my skin was marked with the tenderness of his kiss and the gentle touch of his hand.
What had begun as a wildfire reduced to a simmering heat that burned even hotter.
I closed my eyes and absorbed the impact of his reverent kisses, which coalesced into one decadent kiss that pressed to my soul.
When his lips met mine, a dark hunger consumed me from the inside out. The familiar taste of him, the soft bristles of his undercut against my fingertips, the weight of him settling on my body, the thrust of his hips, the blissful penetration that went deep, the urgency unraveling between us.
A current of possession rose in his tone as he rocked his hips slowly. “Mine.”
I felt that claim in my bones like a truth that had always existed.
When he turned onto his right side and faced me, I hooked my leg over his hip, and he fell into a sweet rhythm. Archer’s muscular legs left no doubt of his stamina. His sun-kissed body was glistening, warm, and sculpted like a statue.
As I gripped his left shoulder, a hot flash came over me when my animal awakened for the first time in months. Her raw power and wild nature pushed against my entire being. I flicked my eyes up to Archer’s in surprise.
His tender gaze was so unexpected that my heart clenched.
Archer wasn’t fucking me anymore; he was making love.
The longer I stared into his sweet brown eyes, the deeper our connection became. A needy ache grew in my core with every stroke, the slick friction driving me toward my climax. Archer was leading me instead of riding me.
I reached between us and let my fingers graze his velvety flesh.
His reaction was swift and powerful as he pounded into me. Archer rolled me onto my back, and I hooked my right leg over his shoulder. Once he braced himself, he slowed his strokes.
Then he leaned down for just a moment and kissed me. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered against my lips. His thrusts slowed until I felt each one with enough hypersensitivity to send me over the edge.
Archer’s fervent gaze lingered on my breasts. He worshipped me with a single glance that warmed my heart. Knowing he couldn’t touch them with his weight bearing down on his right arm, I circled my fingers around my left nipple until it hardened.
“You shouldn’t tease me like that,” he warned.
“What are you going to do about it? Punish me?”
Something flickered in his expression. “Yeah, Cici. I’m gonna punish my bad girl. Are you ready?”
