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He caught me like I weighed nothing, planting an all-consuming kiss on my lips that made my toes curl.
My libido was going crazy for this man. Atlas still interrupted at the most inconvenient times, so we were never able to go further than some heavy make-out sessions.
I wrapped my legs around him and dug my hands into his hair, angling his head to deepen the kiss.
“M’eudail,” he growled against my mouth before redundantly setting me down. “Let’s see what you can do with that bow of yours.”
I could tell he wanted to continue that kiss, but he was determined to train me to protect myself.
I bent down in what I hoped was a sexy way to grab my arm guard. From the way Phoenix adjusted himself behind his shorts and the groan that left his lips, I’d say I was successful.
“Okay, freckles, teach me,” I said while putting on my arm guard and giving him a wicked grin. He groaned again at my nickname for him, and I loved it.
I liked knowing I drove him just as crazy as he made me. His hair wasn’t in its usual top knot and hung down in beautiful orangish waves to his shoulders. While we were both classic gingers, my hair had a deeper red color while his was more brassy, making it look like a burnt orange color.
He turned to me with my quiver in his hands, and the sun caught his brown eyes, making them shine like amber with flakes of gold. How I would be able to do anything with him next to me, looking like pure sex, was beyond me.
“Okay, lesson one, let's go over all the parts of your bow; you cannot shoot one if you do not know the basic facts of it,” he said.
We took the next twenty minutes detailing every single part of my bow and arrow, from the riser to the nocking point.
“Okay, I think I can recall it in my sleep. Can I try shooting it now?” I whined. I passed his test twice, and he asked me to point out different parts. I was impatient and wanted to try it out.
“Let me show you one first.” He took the bow in his left hand, gripping it like he told me to, removed an arrow from the quiver, nocked it, and drew the string back.
I was in awe watching him; he detailed everything he was doing, down to how he aimed the arrow. He brought the string back to the corner of his mouth, holding for a breath, and on his exhale, he released. I watched the arrow fly and hit the bullseye dead in the middle.
“Now you try, and remember to breathe and release on your exhale.” He said, handing me the bow and a new arrow.
I placed my feet shoulder-width apart, facing Phoenix so the target was to my left. Gripped the bow in my left hand being sure to keep my hold light, placed the arrow on the rest and connected it to the nocking point. I took a couple deep breaths before raising the bow and drawing the string back to the corner of my mouth like Phoenix instructed. With my target in my sight, I exhaled and released, watching the arrow fly to the target. It landed with a thud directly next to Phoenix’s.
He turned to me wide-eyed, a completely different expression to the broad grin on my face.
“Do it again,” he said, handing me another arrow.
The surprise on his face had me hesitating, but I took the arrow and repeated the process. It landed on the other side of Phoenix’s, so there were now three in a row in the middle of the bullseye.
He made me repeat shooting the bow for the next few minutes, and I successfully landed the arrows one after another in a group the size of a quarter.
“Holy shit, m’eudail. I was not expecting that.” He stared at me with a shocked expression.
I was still surprised, looking between the target and Phoenix. I couldn’t believe I just shot a dozen arrows in a group the size of a quarter.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he asked.
“No, never. I’ve shot guns but never a bow,” I said, still staring in astonishment at the target.
A surprised squeak left my lips as I was hauled up and spun around. Phoenix set me down and smashed his mouth to mine. The kiss was intense and heated. I moaned into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to dive his tongue in, tangling with mine.
Phoenix roamed one hand down my body, grabbing my hips and pulling me tighter against him. His other hand tangled in my hair, tugging lightly at the nape of my neck to angle my head back so he could deepen the kiss. His touch was like pure fire against my body, heating my skin everywhere he touched.
“Phoenix,” I moaned against his mouth.
“I know, m’eudail,” he said, before laying me on the ground, covering my body with his.
My legs spread, resting on either side of his hips, and I felt his rapidly hardening cock press against my core through my leggings.
I moaned, arching my back into his touch as he left my lips and kissed his way down to my chest. He pulled my tank top down to release my breast.
