Page 83 of The Devil's Hunt

“I’m saying you and I transcend time and space. We are one, bound together by a sacred and profane love, a love that knows no bounds and no mercy. We'll become something unholy, something beyond everything and nothing. You will crave my touch, will want my pain, will need my dominance. You will become the perfectvessel, the perfect host for my darkness. Nothing and no one will be able to stop us."

I was breathless, not knowing what to say or do. Archer looked at me like he could see right into my soul, and I wanted him to. If he could see into my soul, he would find that I was willing. Willing to be everything and nothing to him. To lose myself entirely in his darkness and feel it, know it, and become one with it.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You have no idea how much I love you."

I nodded slowly, feeling my desire build within me. This was more than just a physical connection, it was a soul-deep bond. I felt possessiveness and longing wash over me as I watched him, my heart pounding.

"You're mine," I whispered, my eyes never leaving his.

He nodded, a satisfied smile crossing his face. "Then claim me," he said, his voice dark and commanding.

I reached up and cupped his face, my fingers trembling slightly as I traced his jawline with my thumb. "I'm yours," I repeated, my voice thick with emotion.

Archer leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, his kiss deep and possessive. I felt his hand slide up my thigh, his fingers grazing the edge of my entrance before pushing one inside of me again.

I moaned into his mouth, my body arching toward his touch. He slipped another finger inside, slowly at first, then gradually increasing his pace, his thumb rubbing against my clit in a steady rhythm.

"Need you," I breathed against his lips.

He pulled away from me, his eyes dark. "Then take me.”

I reached down between us, fumbling with the buttons of his pants, sliding them down to reveal his erection, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I positioned myself above him, feeling his hard length against my swollen entrance. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, his thickness stretching me wide open. I gasped as he filled me, my body adjusting to the sensation of him.

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust up into me. “You’re so fucking tight and wet for me,” he murmured, his voice a low growl.

I moaned, loving the way he talked to me. “Fuck, Archer,” I panted when his thrusts became more urgent.

His hands tightened around my hips, lifting me up and then slamming me back down onto him. I cried out, my eyes widening as he forcefully took me.

“You take my cock so well. You’re my heart, my soul, my everything.”

His words resonated deep within me. This wasn’t just sex. It was something more intimate, something sacred. Neither of us would survive without the other. Our souls were molded together in this life and the next. Wherever he went I would follow. We were no accident. We had been one and the same since we were children, and tonight showed us that time meant nothing. We would always find each other.

He pulled me closer, our bodies sliding against each other, the friction creating a delicious heat between us. He kissed me again, his tongue darting into my mouth, exploring it hungrily. His hands slid around to my back, holding me to him as he thrust up into me, his hips moving at a relentless pace. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our skin touching in a way that felt both intimate and wild. We moved together like a force of nature, determined to conquer and be conquered by each other.

“Come for me, Mila,” he whispered against my mouth, his breath hot and ragged. “Let me feel you shatter around me.”

His words were the last straw. I moaned into his mouth as my orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking as I came. Archer thrust into me one last time and then stilled, his release filling me completely. I collapsed onto him, our breaths heavy and our souls intertwined.

32

THIRTY-TWO

ARCHER

Slipping out of bed like a shadow, I gazed down at my beautiful angel. The one who held my black heart in her hands. Her peaceful face was softened by the gentle moonlight filtering through the curtains, and my mind was a tumultuous storm of conflicting emotions—love, desire, guilt, and a burning thirst for vengeance. She was so innocent, so pure. And yet, she was the key to everything The Brotherhood had been working toward for so long. I reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, feeling a pang of guilt deep in my chest. How could someone likeherbe entwined with a man like me, tainted by darkness and sin?

Her soft breaths were the only sound in the room as I carefully dressed, trying not to disturb her peaceful sleep. As much as I wanted to stay in bed with her, wrapped up in her naked limbs, there was work to do. Alexander Benson was getting on my last nerve. I needed to squash him and his little empire before it was too late. He had revealed his plans to Mila; The Collectors indeed owned her father, something we had assumed but couldn’t yet prove. Alexander planned on claiming Mila as his own as payment for their dealings with Winston Grey.

It was 3 a.m., and I called a meeting. Kai and Theo stumbled into the room, exhaustion etched on their faces as they rubbed the sleep from their eyes. Damion, my trusted head of security, followed close behind. The years of his loyal service to my family had taken a toll on his once youthful appearance. Now, his dark hair was peppered with gray, his face and body were marred with scars. But he was exactly what I needed—ruthless, efficient, and unquestionably devoted. In our dangerous world, there was no one I could trust more than him to get things done without hesitation or prying for answers.

“What is so important that you can’t wait until morning to speak about?” Kai complained, settling into the couch in my office, yawning obnoxiously.

“Maybe he is so excited about his engagement that he wants to talk about what colors he’s choosing for his tux,” Theo teased as he took a seat on the opposite end of the couch Kai was on.

“Yeah, what was that all about? Why didn’t you tell us you were engaged?” Kai questioned, giving me a sly smile. “You are going to have your hands full with that one. She takes no prisoners.”

“Trust me, I know it.”

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