Page 137 of Seducing Hope (The Hope Legacy)

“I’m ready for anything, just fuck me already.”

He slaps the side of my ass playfully. “That was for rolling your eyes at me.”

“How?” He slaps my ass again. “Ow.”

“Ready for anything, are you?” he enquires, his tone serious. My mouth goes dry at the open invitation I’ve given him. Heat surrounds my nipple as he sucks it into his mouth, pulling hard and making me moan. He grazes it with his teeth. I go to put my hands in his hair to hold him there, forgetting they’re still tied behind my back. He pays the same attention to my other breast, driving me mindless. My body trembles from the need to release.

“Archan, please,” I moan, not sure what I’m begging for. He moves his mouth across my stomach and pushes my thighs open wide with his shoulders.

“Yes, Natia?”

“I need—” I gasp when he pushes another finger inside me, stretching me to my limits.

“What do you need?” He places his hand on my stomach, keeping me still, and stops moving his fingers. “Tell me what you need.”

My mind goes blank. After waiting for a minute in silence, he pulls his fingers out of me, and I cry out at the loss. His lips claim mine in a sweet, soft, tender kiss. A small moan leaves my mouth. His chest vibrates as he rumbles in pleasure. He reaches behind me, and the silk slackens, allowing me to wrap my hands around his neck and draw him closer. A startled gasp escapes him as the force of my hold knocks him off his elbows, and some of his weight falls on me, pushing me into the bed. He tries to lift his body, but I wrap my legs around his ass and lock my ankles, keeping him pressed to me. He rubs himself against me teasingly.

“If you stop now, me and you are not going to be friends,” I breathe.

He chuckles, kissing and sucking my neck while nudging at my entrance. “We are just friends?” He pushes an inch inside me and stops. He grazes his lips across mine and cradles my face in his hands. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes, not realizing he’s removed the blindfold. Blazing gold eyes reflect the candlelight, almost glowing.

“If your world crumbles, I will build you a new one. I will chase away every fear and protect you from your nightmares. If you go blind, I will be the light in your darkness. When you lose your faith, I will help restore it. Surrender to everything, the pain, the hurt, the anger, and if your mind shatters, I will find every piece and put you back together. I have you… Let go, Natia.”

He pushes inside, making me wiggle my hips to try and accommodate him. He sits back and rests my calves on his shoulders, pushing deeper. I put my foot on his chest to push back, as the fullness is too much, but he locks his hands around my thighs, keeping me still.

“Natia.”

“Yes?” I answer in a breathy voice.

“Oblivion, remember?”

He grips my hips and plunges the rest of the way inside me. I explode, crying out as my back lifts off the bed and the ecstasy pulls every muscle in my body taught; he moves slowly, drawing out my climax and letting me adjust to him. He rolls us, making us both groan as he sinks in deeper. Holding my hips, he lifts me, moving faster. The tension in my body builds as each thrust rubs against me, driving me higher.

“I’ve imagined you like this since the day I met you,” he rumbles. I put my hands on his chest and begin countering his thrusts. Sitting up, he twists my arms behind my back and captures my wrists in one of his large hands. He fists my hair and pulls my head back, and my back arches as a startled cry escapes me. His mouth tortures my sensitive nipples, each tug sending a wave of pleasure to my center. When he releases my hair, I lean forward and bite his shoulder, as the sensations threaten to overwhelm me. He groans and nips my neck. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you come.” Meeting his gaze, he gives me a crooked grin and places his forehead against mine. My breath is coming so fast, I’m dizzy.

Seconds before my orgasm crashes, he whispers, “Let go.” I scream his name as my blood roars and white-hot pleasure shoots through my veins. I shatter into a million pieces, each one of them being pulled in every direction. My mind spins as beautiful galaxies wrapped in color, filled with billions of stars, rush past me. Something shifts inside of me as I come apart in his arms, a freedom I’ve never experienced before.

“Eyes, Natia,” he growls. He grips my hips hard and thrusts once more, keeping his gaze locked with mine as he whispers my name, before throwing his head back and growling deep and low. Burying my head in his shoulder, I inhale his scent. He holds me to him as our hearts slow and our breathing becomes even.

“Gold,” he murmurs against my neck.

“What?” I say, confused.

“Your aura—it’s all the colors surrounded by gold.”

I pull my head off his chest to find him staring at me in awe.

I smile and brush my lips against his. “It’s pretty, but not the whole multicolored flame thing you have going on.”

He stiffens. “You can see mine?”

I shrug. “Of course. Freaked me out the first time we met.”

The bedroom door smashes against the wall, and in stalks Zac, holding the Jar. “Where is she?” he barks.

“Erm, right here,” I mumble, color flooding my cheeks. He looks at me like I’m stupid, then his eyes widen.

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