Mine for a Moment

Archer’s eyes are filled with hunger as we undress each other, his hands trembling ever so slightly, like this moment feels precious to him too. “Fuck,” he groans when I stand in front of him in nothing but my hold up tights.

He caresses the top of my thighs, where the edge of my stockings meets my skin, and all the while, he stares at me like I’m a mirage, like I’m his every dream come true. Knowing he still wants me heals a little part of me he doesn’t even realize is broken.

“I need you to keep these on for me,” he murmurs, just before he pulls me into the shower and against the wall. I gasp and place my hands on his chest, warm water spraying down on us as he holds my face, his eyes blazing. “This pretty little mouth is mine,” he growls before leaning in to kiss me.

I rise to my tiptoes, my arms wrapping around his neck as I kiss him back, returning every bit of passion and desperation tenfold. He swallows my moans as one hand moves down to my breast, kneading and pinching, his touch punishing as he caresses my body the way only he can.

“Oh God,” I moan when he pushes my legs apart with his knee, his fingers teasing without entering.

“Look at me,” he demands when my eyes flutter closed. I obey, my heart racing when I find him staring at me like he’s enchanted. “This pussy,” he growls, pushing two fingers into me while pressing his thumb against my clit. “Is mine.” He begins to swirl his thumb, his movements harsh and swiftly bringing me to the edge. “Do you understand?”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I nod, my hips moving involuntarily. The heat in the shower and the way he’s touching me has rapidly made me lightheaded, heightening every sensation. He curls his fingers, and I arch my back, riding his hand eagerly. It’s been so long since I felt so close to him, since I had his undivided attention.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans, his fingers moving faster. “There’s nothing like watching you come for me, you know that? Nothing makes me feel more powerful.”

He watches me as I slowly unravel, until my muscles begin to contract around his fingers. I can’t recall the last time I saw him smile so widely, pure satisfaction shining though his eyes as I bite down on my lip, trying my best to keep my moans in.

I gasp as he grabs my hips, lifting me up and against the wall in one smooth move. I instantly wrap my legs around his waist, my hands sliding into his hair as he looks into my eyes. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” he tells me. “Never wanted to belong to anyone the way I belong to you, Serenity.”

His breath hitches when I reach between us and line his cock up. “Then show me,” I whisper. “Show me that you’re mine.”

He tightens his grip on my hips as he pushes into me slowly, intentionally, his eyes never leaving mine. The way he moans when he bottoms out inside me has my head falling back against the wall, and I smile when he kisses me just below my ear, his soft pants tickling my skin. “You have no idea how much I needed this,” he whispers, before grazing my neck with his teeth. “I think of you every second of every day, Serenity.”

I can’t suppress a moan when he pulls back, only to thrust into me harshly, our eyes locked. “You want me to show you I’m yours?” he asks, doing it all over again. “Just look at me, baby. Look at what you’ve done to me.”

His fingers dig into my skin as he holds me up, and my nails scrape across his scalp in that way he likes.

“I’ve never been so desperate for anyone. Never ever have I felt like my heart is no longer mine, like it’s entirely at your mercy to do with as you please.”

He draws a long, pleased groan from my throat when he tilts my hips just right, hitting that spot inside me that drives me wild. The way he smiles at me, looking entirely too satisfied with himself, tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

I tighten my grip on his hair and pull his mouth to mine, losing myself in him in this moment. He groans, his tongue parting my lips eagerly. “I’m close,” he whispers against my mouth, his movements becoming a little more erratic. “I can’t…fuck, Serenity.”

The way he moves his hips, rotating them just right, his movements strong and intentional, tip me over the edge.

“Oh fuck,” he moans when my pussy contracts around him, his voice far too loud, though he doesn’t seem to care. “Yes,” he groans. “Yes.”

I tighten my legs around his hips as he comes deep inside me, the sounds leaving his lips driving me wild. There’s something so incredibly sexy about Archer losing control like that because of me.

He smiles at me when his body relaxes, and I gently trail a finger between his brows and down his nose. He chuckles as he bites me softly, and I pull my hand away, giggling back at him.

The same words I keep trying to hide rise back to the surface, but I can’t voice them. Not now. Not when it’d seem like emotional blackmail to tell him how I feel, guilt-tripping him into saying it back.

He groans as he slips out of me and gently lowers me to the floor, his forehead dropping to mine. I whimper when he cups the back of my neck and leans in to kiss me. My lips trail to his neck, and he moans in the sexiest way when I kiss him in the same spot that always makes a shiver run down my spine. He inhales sharply when I suck down on his skin right where his neck meets his shoulder. I pull back when I realize it’ll leave a mark, and all of a sudden, something dark and unpleasant rushes through me—something that makes me hate myself.

“No,” Archer says, grabbing my hair and guiding me to his chest. “Mark me, darling. Right here, over my heart. It’s yours. I am yours, Serenity.”

He pulls me closer, until my lips are pressed against his chest. His eyes are filled with a different kind of desire as I do just that and mark him as mine, satisfaction coursing through my body.

He smiles at the dark red mark when I pull away, his eyes glittering with something I’ve never seen before. “Good girl,” he murmurs, before pulling my face to his, kissing me slowly.