I want every drop.
Like the gods answering my prayers, her groans heighten to full-on cries a second before she combusts.
Her hips flex against my hold, grinding desperately against my face as her sweetness coats my tongue.
If this is what sin tastes like, bathe me in it.
Only when every drop is mine do I lift up to meet her eyes, my fingers splayed along the sheets at her sides. The second I release her legs, they wrap around my middle as pleading eyes find mine.
“More.”
My muscles tense.
“Ivy—”
“Please, Archer. Please,” she repeats, grabbing my arms as she begs, and my cock flexes, desperate, but something inside of me holds me in place.
“Ivy, I can’t. I?—”
“Then find me someone who will.”
“Stop threatening me with that,” I grunt, my nostrils flaring as I instinctively reach for her waist.
Her pretty pussy lines up perfectly with my dick.
Teasingmemore than it does her.
“Give me what I want, Archer. You want it too.”
I huff. “I fucking do, but that’s beside the point.”
My control teeters on the balance of a cotton thread, threatening to unravel me at the seams.
“Archer, I’m hotter than ever. I need you.”
Fuck.
Am I desperate enough to ruin myself, or do I have the strength to continue to starve my demons?
I know she was a virgin when Teddy had her in his bed. Her experience is low, and there’s a tingling sensation in my spine, desperate to be a part of her exploration.
The demons win.
Grabbing her waist, I flip us in one swift move, resting my head on her pillow as I settle her in my lap. She hovers above me, fingers an inch above my chest as she freezes.
“Archer,” she starts, but I press my finger against her lips.
“If you want this, Ivy, you fucking take it.”
She shakes her head. “Arche?—”
“Take it, Ivy.”
Her hands plant down against my chest, dragging down my stomach until she reaches the waistband of my boxer shorts. I regret not shredding them when I destroyed her clothes. They’re an obstacle, and I don’t want a single thing between us.
Devotion and destruction feel like the same damn thing.
“I don't know what I'm doing,” she whispers, and I grin.
