Page 52 of The Soul of Archer
Slowly her eyes opened again just to see him pull a carabiner from his other back pocket. He took hold of the middle section of the rope, slid it through the metal before attaching it to the bar of the headboard. He checked her wrists to make sure the cord wasn’t too tight then shed his jeans. Alora drank in his nude body. He was a vision to her. That Adonis V of his drove her nuts. He climbed onto the bed kneeling between her open legs.
“Christ Alora, you look beautiful like this. Bound and open for me. My own personal buffet.” Lance growled.
Alora couldn’t speak. His turquoise eyes alight with pure lust, making them seem to glow in the low light. He leaned over her and seconds later she bucked and cried out when his mouth engulfed her left nipple. Tiny tremors shot through her feeling his tongue lap at the bud. The friction was amazing mixed with the warmth of his hand cupping her breast. His other hand took hold of her right breast, rolling and tugging the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He was setting her on fire and she loved it. The rocking of the boat made her own movements seem more pronounced.
“Yes Tigress. Feel the pain and pleasure mixing.” He said, tugging her nipples. “I want all that pain and pleasure to pool down to your sweet pussy for me.”
“It is Sir. God, I feel myself…getting wetter…” she gasped, bowing her back up off the mattress.
Lance’s mouth started moving over her feverish skin. Everywhere he kissed, his tongue followed by drawing lazy patterns. From her breasts, down her sternum to move from left to right across her stomach. She was trembling now, wanting him lower still. As if sensing her need, Lance moved lower. His breath washed over her clit and opening. His name escaped her mouth moments before his mouth covered her.
Alora dug her feet into the mattress to elevate her hips giving him better access. He nipped at her nether lips. The pain swirling with the pleasure nearly sent her over the edge, but she held back. No, she wouldn’t come until he told her to. He moaned low and deep, plunging his tongue deep inside her, his thumb moving up, so it rubbed her clit in rhythm with his tongue. She was so close, she was burning with need for more. For Lance.
“Fucking delicious. I love your taste baby. I want you to come. I want to taste you on my tongue for days.” Lance ordered, then dove back in to devour her.
She screamed his name as she exploded for him. Her body locked and trembling as he drank every drop that poured from her. What felt like a small eternity later, she sank against the mattress as Lance slowly continued to drink. Cleaning her, teasing her, building her back up for him. Alora was moaning and writhing again by the time he moved up her body and was over her, his palms flat on either side of her head. Their eyes met before he kissed her. She moaned at tasting herself on his lips. Only with Lance had she kissed a man after he had gone down on her. With him it seemed so erotic.
“Please Sir. Please, I need you…inside me.” She begged breathlessly when he broke the kiss.
“How bad do you want my cock?” he demanded, rubbing the head against her.
“Fuck! Now! Oh, Now Lance! Please…please…take me. Fuck me now.” She screamed.
Lance thrust hard and deep. Alora was shocked when she came again after that one thrust. But Lance gave her no recovery. He did as she begged, and he took. His cock moving in and out of her as her climax just rode on and on. She cried for more, for him not to stop as he rode her faster, pushing her higher and higher. Lance reached up and twined their fingers together as he fucked her faster and faster.
“Lance, oh come Lance. I want it.” She demanded.
“Yes, take my cock. Take it all! Oh Alora!” He groaned as he thrust fully into her one last time.
When she felt him empty into her it tipped her over the edge once more. Her legs were like a vice around his waist as he poured all of himself into her depths. Sweat poured off them both and mixed with smell of the ocean and raw sex. Slowly they came back down to earth. Gently, Lance eased out of her, both hissing. Alora groaned at the loss of him. Lance reached up and untied her right wrist first. Softly massaging it, bringing back the circulation. He repeated the motions with her left before slipping from the bed. Languidly, Alora stretched as he eyes opened. She watched as Lance knelt on the bed and gently clean her with a soft warm washcloth. Once satisfied, he cleaned himself, returned the cloth to the bathroom before joining her in bed and pulling the sheets over them.
“Thank you.” She sighed, laying a kiss over his heart.
“Did you enjoy it?” He asked, tucking her tightly against him.
“Lance, I loved it. It was better than I ever imagined.” She assured him.
“Good. I don’t want there to be any pain between us.”
Lifting up and crossing her arms over his chest, Alora met his stare, “Lance, I would never, COULD never hurt you that way. If I want something I will tell you. I love you Lance and I never want to hurt you. Ever.”
Lance cupped her cheek, “And I never want to hurt you Alora. Course we both know that with our tempers words are bound to be said, but we’re human.”
“Yes, we are, and we have those flaws, but I will never purposefully hurt you.”
“Me either baby. Me either.”
Lance kissed her lovingly before she laid her head against his chest and she drifted off to sleep. Yet Lance remained awake, turning over her words. He wanted to believe her and mostly he did, but there was that small nagging corner that was still so damaged from Teagan that he couldn’t stop the doubt that crept in for a second before he shoved it aside.
Chapter 20
Lance studied Alora as she looked out the window of the jet. He could usually read her, but in this moment, he couldn’t get a glimpse of what she was thinking. After they spent the night on his boat, they returned to Jacksonville and she had met his sister Jessi. Instantly, Jessi and Alora had connected. It made Lance happy knowing that his family loved Alora as he did and that she in turn loved them. Course she had yet to meet Jack, but that would come with time. When they had said good bye to his parents an hour ago, Alora and Carmen had exchanged tearful hugs. Lance promised himself then and there that once the threat to Alora was finished and things got back to normal for her, he would either bring her back or bring his family out to Austin.
“What are you thinking Alora?”
“I’m actually thinking about a recipe.”
Lifting a brow, he moved to her side, “A recipe? Really?”
