Cuss words slipping from her lips should not be this hot.
“If you're not going to help me, please get someone who will.”
“Like hell,” I snarl as a territorial rage consumes me.
She’s not the only one breathless now.
Climbing onto the bed, I nestle myself between her thighs before I can change my mind.
My heart aches as I take in the curves of her body, desperate to reach out to her, but I mean it when I say I don’t want to feel her regret in the morning. I’m carrying enough regret for the both of us.
“Give me your hand,” I order, and she lifts her legs up, trying to move away, but I grab onto her thighs and hold her in place, only to earn a snarling glare from her.
“Ifyouare not going to help me, get somebody who will,” she barks, her nostrils flaring as I swipe my hand down my face while making sure to hold her close with the other.
“I’m here, aren't I?”
She shakes her head. “My fingers are trembling. I can barely breathe. I'm on fire. Ineedyou to help me.”
She tries to move her legs again, only this time, it’s around my waist, trying to bring me in closer.
This is the most insane thing that's ever fucking happened in my whole entire life, and I don’t want to fuck it up.
“It means something when I touch you, Ivy. I can't devalue it when it doesn’t mean something. Can you say the same?” I blurt, and to my surprise, she reaches out to cup my cheek, her touch softer than I expect, but the heat from her fingertips is intense.
Her thumb drags across the unhealed cut as silence fills the room, and my body kicks into motion.
One single touch from her, and I lose all control.
Reaching for her t-shirt, I don't think, I just tear it apart, letting her breasts spill out before me, before repeating the motion with her tiny shorts, leaving her completely bare before my eyes in a single second.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I grip her thighs, leaning over her instinctively, desperate to feel her heat over every inch of me.
My mouth parts, and I run my tongue over her nipples. The sound of her hiss is like music to my ears.
“Archer,” she breathes, spurring me on as her fingers curl into my hair.
Fuck.
I rake my teeth over her taut peaks, moving from one breast to the other, inching my hands higher as I add pressure until my thumbs are nestled into the apex of her thighs.
Trailing my lips down her stomach, my muscles clench as I reach her clit.
I can feel her heat, whispering against my lips in a silent plea to draw me closer, and I’m nothing but a puppet on her strings.
Sweeping my tongue, I meet the warmth of her core before need takes over.
Her cries ignite me.
Feasting on her pussy, I find my first essence of salvation.
Delving between her folds, I pry her legs wider, pinning her thighs at her sides to expose her more.
Her groans swirl in the air around us, claiming me along with her as I lick, nip, and suck at her pebbled bundle of nerves like a man possessed.
I can’t get enough.
There will never be enough.
