Page 35 of An Archer's Reckoning

Sweat beaded on his neck and trickled down his back. I leaned forward and licked it off.

“Mmm,” was his reply.

I nibbled his neck.

He craned back.

I kissed his lips. His tongue reached for mine.

“Make me yours, Declan. I want to belong to you.”

“I thought you already did.”

His eyes opened, and the smart-assed lordling glowered.

“Just fuck me then, stupid barbarian.”

I kissed him again. “You’re so romantic.”

Whatever he was about to say cut off when I straightened, gripped his hips, and shoved into him with all my strength. Inthe space of a few blinks, the wine on the table was sloshing as fast as we were.

I gripped Ayden’s hair and pulled his head back.

He shouted into the ceiling.

I pushed harder.

He tensed around me, then clenched. His muscles tightened, and he shouted, “Shit, Dec . . .”

I drove faster, harder.

He grunted louder.

He was close.

“I’m almost there,” I said, my abs tightening. Everything in me begged to be released.

Still, I held on.

“Turn me over!” Ayden shouted.

I pulled out, spun him around, and shoved him toward my bedroll.

“Down there, now.”

No snarky comment.

No sharp comeback.

He dropped onto his back and threw his legs high.

My knees hit the mat, as my hands gripped his ankles, and I pushed inside him again.

His eyes were so full, so wide, as he stared into me.

“Do it. Now. I just . . . I had to see you.”

I slid all the way in and leaned across the length of his body to kiss him. My hand pushed his hair back as our lips met.

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