Page 96 of Hero of Havoc

His hands run up my thighs painstakingly slowly, flexing at my hips before his fingers splay across my back and he nudges me closer.

Sweat beads at his temples, his nose glistening too as he stares at my mouth.

I can’t imagine tonight has gone even remotely as he planned.

Intent on taking the necessary steps to bring his father down, he only wound up with the man in question keeping the upper hand, hurting him and his family once again.

Running my fingers through his hair, I press my forehead against his. “I’m sorry he hurt you.”

“He didn’t hurt me, he⁠—”

“He did. He’s hurt you so much that his demise is the only solution, and I can relate to that, but I still can’t imagine how that feels. But you don’t just carry that weight for yourself; you hold it for your mother and Arabella too.” His chest heaves with every breath as I cup his cheek. “I just need you to know that I see you beneath the pain, the rage, and the need for control. I. See. You.”

His mouth claims mine in the next second, stealing my breath as he consumes me.

I don’t fight against his control as he tips my head back, deepening our connection before he drags his lips over my jaw, trailing down to my collarbone.

Desire threads through my body, leaving me defenseless to his presence as he devours me, inch by inch, every ridge of his body pressed against mine as my back arches. The firm press of his cock bulging beneath his suit pants is undeniable as he digs his fingers into the globes of my ass and grinds me against him.

Words are unnecessary between us.

Enough has been said.

Now we’re both chasing the release.

Dragging my nails down his chest, my gaze lingers on the scar marking his cheek. The desire to heal it takes root in my soul, but he must sense my thoughts because he plasters his hand over it, shielding it from my view.

Frustrated, I crush my lips against his again, raking my teeth over his bottom lip harder than necessary, before it slips from my mouth, leaving the pair of us staring at one another.

My chest heaves with every inhale, my pulse ringing in my ears as he launches to his feet, taking me with him, but not for long. He nestles me on the rim of the kick drum, thighs spread as he looks down at the thread of material covering the apex of my thighs.

Perching my head precariously on one of the drums behind me, I gape up at him, clawing at his arms as he crowds my space, slowly loosening the button on his pants to reveal his hard, thick length.

I gulp, and he grins, all dark and devilish, but it’s the familiar rim to his eyes that catches me by surprise.

“Archer, your eyes,” I whisper, and he nods, dragging his hand along the low neckline of my dress, leaving goosebumps along my breasts.

“I can feel my magic in my veins. Is that what it’s like for you?” he rasps, and I nod, words failing me. His eyes latch onto mine. “Will you set the world on fire with me, Ivy?”

Another gulp, another lack of words, but one manages to burn through my shields.

“Yes.”

He snags my panties to one side before pressing the tip of his cock at my entrance. “I’m going to burn this fucking world to the ground, Ivy,” he vows, slamming into me in one swift move, and I cry out, my back arching up to meet his thrust as he fills every inch of me.

Pressing my nails into his arms, I hold on, his cock hotter than ever as he slams into me over and over and over again.

It’s too much and not enough, all at once.

He hitches my dress up higher, delving beneath the fabric to press his thumb against my clit, earning another cry of pleasure from my tongue.

“Archer,” I rasp, holding on for dear life as his hand imprints on my side, holding me in place as he chases euphoria.

“Come for me, Ivy. Give me the control,” he snarls, his orange eyes shining brighter with every word as the pad of his thumb continues to slide over my clit, and my body gives in, bowing to his command.

Ecstasy darts through my veins, seeping into my soul as my orgasm shatters me. Wave after wave takes everything from me until his movements become jagged and he finds his release moments later, the ripples of his cock elongating my release.

Perspiration clings to me as I lie spent beneath him, but as I look into his eyes, I know one thing is for certain.