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“Make me yours in every way,” I groan.

“Clothes,” he hums, and suddenly I’m naked.

“Damn,” I breathe, looking down. “Neat trick.”

“Our magic knew what I wanted,” he smirks, sliding his hand down the center of my body, and grasps my hip. “Do you want fast or slow?”

“Fast,” I say quickly, touching the tip of my tongue to my lip. “Later we’ll go slow.” I stare at him, impressed. I’ve fantasized about him naked.

“Are you ready?” he asks, flexing his fingers.

“Very.”

“Wet?” He tilts his head.

“Extremely.”

It begins to rain.

“Ride me,” he demands, his gaze wicked.

He grips himself, and I lick my lips. I straighten and ease forward, intent on my goal. I want fast, but I ease down slowly, enjoying every inch, and the heat of him. My mouth parts as he fills me, the stretch just as satisfying. I move my hands to his shoulders, and he bites my lip.

“Hot. Gorgeous.” He licks the sting and trails his other hand up my back, and clasps my neck. “Move, baby.”

“Yes, Archer,” I moan, tilting my hips.

“You’re perfect.” He drops his head back, closing his eyes. “I feel everything.”

“I love you,” I whisper, and kiss his jaw.

I gain speed and drag my teeth over his skin. The rain penetrates our shield and drips over our bodies. The sound echoes around, as does the rhythm of my hips. I’ve never felt such a consuming emotion as being with my soul bond. Every interaction I’ve had fades from my mind, and nothing compares.

“You feel so good,” he rasps, opening his eyes and focusing on me. “I love you.” He dips his head and drags his tongue over my nipple.

“Yes,” I hiss, my stomach pulling.

“Faster, baby,” he commands, and I comply.

“Archer,” I whine, my nails digging into his skin. Overwhelmed with emotion and desire, my motion becomes jerky. “Take over.”

“Hold on.” He tightens his arms, moves us, and lays me on the grass. Never leaving me, he hovers above me, picking up the motion. “I got you.”

He palms the back of my head, protecting me from the damp grass, and I curl my hands under his arms, gripping his shoulders. The rain continues to fall, and it hits his back, sliding softly around me. Beads of water glide down his hair, dropping slowly, and I lick away the wet from my lip. I arch my back, needing contact with his slick chest.

“Please,” I gasp as my nipples graze his skin.

“What do you need?”

“More.” I pull him, and he sinks against me, bracing his forearms on the ground, and curls his back. “Oh yeah.”

“Beautiful,” he breathes, and kisses me.

It’s wet and hungry. The rain cools our hot bodies, and steam rises around us. Petals from the flowers fly through the air, sticking to our skin, the scent bathing us.

“Archer,” I cry, my need reaching the edge.

“Come, Wild One,” he says gruffly, moving fast and deep.