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I shook my head at him. I’m going to love him so much. I already knew it. “Deal. Favorite animal—I love cats, clearly. They’re just so moody and wonderfully independent. My favorite color is sky blue. My favorite position . . . hmm.”

He wiggled his brows as I thought about it. Gods, there were so many I liked. I started to blush the longer I considered, and then even more when I realized what the answer was.

“What?” he asked. “I can tell you’ve thought of it.”

“Well, my wings are very sensitive.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“I like when they’re touched while I’m being fucked.”

“We can do that,” Archer said. “Maybe you’ll show me all the sex toys you have. I can always play with your wings while you ride one of them.”

Ooh. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if our size difference bothered him. There’d been times in the past where my male partners felt emasculated and it eventually became an issue . . .

He seemed to predict where my mind was going. “I love your body,” he said. “Not to be superficial, because I think there are other parts of both of us that are far more important. But I love every part of you.”

“It doesn’t bother you . . . using sex toys?”

“Of course not.” He frowned, his brows pulling together. “I mean, I want to still be inside you when you let me, because you feel really fucking good. But your pleasure brings me pleasure, and however we do that only matters in the sense that I want to be good at it.”

“Okay.” I breathed a little easier. “I wouldn’t want you to feel like . . .”

“Leni,” he said seriously, reaching for my hand. “Sex is great. We both already know our sex is going to be great. I do not feel less than about my cock not being exactly what you want all the time. Besides, there are a million other ways to make someone come without penetrative sex. It’s pretty fucking rare for everything to be perfect, but I feel like you are perfect for me.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief. It was a rare moment of doubt. I knew what I wanted and needed in sex, but I also already cared for Archer in a way that made me wonder if he would be satisfied by me.

He put down his champagne glass and crawled over to me, rising onto his knees. He took my hand, guiding it toward his erection as his lips hovered above mine. “You can’t feel this and tell me you doubt how much I want you.”

I leaned in, closing the gap between us and kissing him again. My wings swept around him and I heard the clink of one of the glasses tipping over, but I didn’t care. He melted against me, a moan rumbling in his throat as I tasted him—champagne and sweet summer grapes and lust.

His fingertips glided along the ridge of my right wing and my eyes rolled back, a full body wave of pleasure rushing through me.

“Oh, you really like that,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I huffed. “You know, I didn’t plan for us to have sex on our picnic, but between your scent and your touch, I’m going to end up flying you back to bed.”

“Or you could fuck me here,” he mumbled.

“On the beach with the sand?”

He chuckled. “We have the blanket, don’t we? How about you lay down and let me feast on you?”

“Little demon,” I sighed. “Put our lunch away.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He moved fast. Less than a minute later, he had our blanket cleared and ready for me to sprawl out. I rolled over onto my stomach in the center, letting my wings completely spread out.

“Enjoy your meal,” I teased.

“Oh, I will.”

7 / LIGHT AS A FEATHER

Archer

Leni’s wings were stunning.