Page 91 of An Archer's Reckoning

“I love you with all the life in my body and all the heart of my soul, Declan Rea.”

I had no words worthy of a reply.

Ayden had stolen my very breath.

Then his cock stole my ability to breathe.

He pulled back, then slid all the way in, slowly at first, then faster and faster as he saw my winces morph into ecstasy.

He threw my legs over his shoulders and scooted forward, giving himself purchase to press even deeper, push even harder.

Sweat poured from his brow. It coated his chest. The scent of sex and sweat and unwashed man filled me, and there was nothing in the world I wanted more.

I reached down to stroke myself, but he swatted me away.

“No fucking way. That is my job.”

“I didn’t think lordlings had jobs.”

I should’ve known better to tease a man who had a small child’s arm of a cock shoved halfway to my lungs.

His grip on my shoulders tightened, as his eyes flared, and he slammed into me with all the force of an enraged bull.

“Oh, shit!” I shouted. “Right there. Fuck me harder. Right there!”

Surprise registered a heartbeat before insatiable desire took control, and his rhythm and power redoubled.

Stars filled my eyes.

My whole body clenched.

Ayden thrust harder and faster.

I dared to open my eyes and found abs the image of a cobbled road, his chest sweaty and gleaming in the Mage light.

“I can’t . . . Dec, I can’t stop!”

“Don’t!”

He grunted and pressed, shoved and gasped.

My body tensed. My hole tightened.

He groaned so loudly I was sure he’d been heard across the yard.

I didn’t care.

His hand found my cock, and he stroked me with a maddened, reckless abandon, as though he teetered on the edge and was desperate to take me over with him.

“I’m not going to last—”

“Fuck!”

Ayden’s eyes slammed shut.

His head tilted back.

Warmth filled me.

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