He presses the tip of his cock to my hole, and I let out a desperate, feral groan.
“Good girl,” he says and pushes the thick head past the tight barrier. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful. Always so needy and pliant for me.”
He takes me slowly, working his length into me inch by torturous inch. Each time the pain subsides a fraction, it comes back just as strong when he pushes deeper. It’s the good type of pain—the best kind. With each second of pinched pain, pleasure follows in its wake tenfold.
When his hips smack against my ass cheeks, he lets out a carnal groan of appreciation.
“You okay, love?” he asks as he holds still and runs his hand up and down my back.
“Mm, so good,” I promise, hardly able to get the words out.
“Good,” he growls. “Because I’m taking you hard and fast now.”
Before I’ve processed his words, he pulls out and slides back in one long thrust.
“Oh, oh,” I moan as he does it again with more force. Slipping my hand down to my clit, I say, “Again.”
He does as I ask, fucking me hard, and his hand slips round my hips to move my fingers out of the way.
Holding my hip with one hand and using the other to play with my sensitive bundle of nerves, he commands, “Lick your fingers. Use your tongue to clean yourself off.”
Turning as much as I can, I look over my shoulder and slowly slide my fingers into my mouth. The pump of his hips grows erratic as he watches me moan with each lick. His fingers match his rhythm and the tight grip he has on my ass moves to my breast. His body covers mine, and I’m completely at his mercy.
“I want to feel you come like this,” he whispers against the nape of my neck. “Go ahead and milk my cock like the good fucking girl you are.”
Archer’s words are commanding, as if it’s a privilege to make him come.
My gods, it is.
His words bring both of us to our climax. I scream and writhe under him as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced races through my veins, leaving satisfaction and affection in its wake. He tenses around me and his thrusts slow as he fills me up.
After a moment of catching our breaths, I drop onto the floor, and he gently pulls himself out of me. He takes his time, and I watch him marvel at the sight of his cum dripping out of me.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he praises, but his eyes are still glued to my ass.
I laugh lightly and turn onto my back. Our eyes meet, reveling in this newfound intimacy we’ve created. It takes only seconds for our dreaded reality to ruin the moment like an uninvited family member at a wedding.
Neither of us say anything, silently moving to the bathroom. We spend a long time under the warm spray of the water, enjoying our intimate little bubble while we can.
Chapter 48
Renata
A few nights later, Sybil and I are sitting on the back patio. We’re quiet, enjoying a glass of wine after dinner.
The easy comfort in silent moments is one of my favorite things about her. Sybil doesn’t try to fill every second with words, and she doesn’t question when someone is in their head. I understand why the other witches get worried when I zone out, but her company in the moments are appreciated.
“You and Archer did something,” she eventually says with a side-eye.
“What do you mean?” I ask. I try to hide the guilt from my tone, but she’s perceptive enough to catch it.
Archer and I agreed not to tell anyone about the Soul Tie Bond. We don’t want to fill anyone with empty hope or make them worry about our plans. No one is changing my mind.
We’ve silently agreed to not talk about when we will have to test our eye-for-an-eye theory. Neither of us will ever be ready for it, and we shouldn’t wait forever. A small, torturous spark of hope lives in my chest. If his death is what is meant to happen, then it will. I don’t have to plan if the fates have already decided, so I refuse to rush into it. Cordelia had decades of happiness, so why can’t I be granted a few years?
“I don’t know,” she admits wryly. “Something shifted in him. I can sense it, but I don’t knowwhat. You do though.” She turns her knees toward me and meets my eye.
I look at her and consider how to handle this. “Why don’t you ask him?”
