Page 88 of The Devil's Hunt

“Love you most, Lace. I wouldn’t take anyone else.”

The night was a blur of endless pizza slices and overflowing wine glasses. We cackled like madwomen, gushing about our latest crushes, and it felt euphoric having the rare bonding time with her. Archer respected my wishes for space, but as soon as Lacey retired to bed and I was left alone in my room, the void he left behind became unbearable. Despite my efforts to deny it, I craved his presence like oxygen. He had seeped into every fiber of my being, an essential piece I couldn't live without.

I pulled out my phone, contemplating sending him a text, then set my phone down. I paced around my room, sipping on another glass of wine. The red lace of the lingerie he had bought me stared at me from my drawer. I decided to slip it on, letting the lace caress my sensitive skin. I snapped several photos of me laughing drunkenly and attached them to a text message.

“Missing you.”

My thumbs hovered over the send button, my heart pounding. But in the end, I was a weak bitch, and my desire to feel his touch was too strong. With a deep breath, I hit send, the message flying across the digital space between us.

I paced back and forth, waiting for his response, each step echoing inside my head. My heart ached for him, the void of his absence made me feel empty and lost. A few minutes later, my phone buzzed in my hand. I hesitated before looking down.

“Open your front door.”

I tiptoed downstairs, praying Lacey didn’t see me walking through the house with my ass and tits hanging out, my arousal dripping all over the floor at the thought of Archer. I unlocked the door and pulled it open. Archer stood there, his eyes immediately zeroing in on me, turning me on even more.

“Mila,” he breathed out, his voice a low rumble.

“Archer,” I whispered back while my heart raced. “What are you waiting for?”

“Maybe I’m waiting for you to invite me in?”

“Get in here and fuck me.”

He chuckled softly, a light breeze carrying his laugh to my ears ashe stepped inside. The scent of his cologne filled my lungs as he pulled me into a tight embrace, his lips grazing my neck.

"You taste like wine and desire," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

"Because that's who I am, Archer. A walking contradiction of love and chaos."

"But I love you just the same, Mila. Your messy edges are my favorite part. They mirror the life you're falling into."

"And the life I'm running away from?"

"The same," he said, his thumb rubbing circles on my back.

“Archer. I need you."

Archer pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my neck, making me shiver with desire. "I need you too, Mila. More than you know."

“Show me,” I breathed against his lips.

He scooped me into his arms without hesitation and carried me upstairs. Setting me on my bed, he took off his shirt, revealing the tattooed body that drove me crazy. Every inch of him screamed raw power, and I was entirely at his mercy.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Mila,” he whispered softly, running his fingers down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “I will spend all of eternity worshiping every inch of you, starting between your thighs.”

He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping my thighs as he looked up at me, his eyes filled with primal hunger. He began to kiss my inner thighs, his tongue tracing lines up and down until I was gasping for more. His lips finally found their destination, and his tongue plunged inside me as I arched my back, crying out his name. His fingers found my clit, stroking it in time with his tongue as he suckled me. I was already soaked, and the sensation of his mouth on me almost sent me over the edge.

"Archer, I'm going to come," I moaned, my hips bucking against his face.

"That's it, baby. Let go," he growled, and his words sent me into a tailspin.

My climax hit me like a ton of bricks, my entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I could feel his fingers still working their magic, milking every last drop from me. I was breathless, my mind reeling as I watched him pull away, his lips glistening.

"You taste like an angel, Mila," he said, his eyes gleaming with hunger.

I looked down at him, my body still quivering from the intensity of my orgasm. I shifted my body closer to him, bringing my lips closer to his. I touched my lips against his, only briefly, before pulling back. I bit my bottom lip and tossed my hair back, bringing my lips to his ear.

"Let me taste the devil, Archer," my voice was a whisper, and I was shocked by the desperate need for it.

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