Page 36 of Fallen Legacy

I feel it in his gaze and his words. He makes me feel like the centre of his world. He looks at me like he would die for me if I asked him to. In this position, it feels so intimate. Our bodies are flush, our faces inches from each other as he fucks me like he never wants to let me go.

“Archer,” I moan, arching my back and increasing the movement of my hips to chase the wave I feel building.

“It’s okay, baby. I know what you need,” he tells me as he presses his forehead against mine and rocks his hips harder, hitting that sweet spot. “Eyes on me as you come, Scar.”

I nod my head, willing to agree to give him anything right now, so long as he makes me come. I cry out his name as I find my release, and he watches me enraptured. A few seconds later, he picks up his pace and moans into my ear as he spills his release deep inside of me.

We sit there for a second, just basking in post-coital bliss. Both of us are not ready to face the reality of our world. I’m a fool for letting this happen. There’s no way he’ll back off now. If anything, it’s given him the drive to keep trying to win me over. He places a finger under my chin and forces me to look at him.

“I can hear the cogs turning in your head. Stop overthinking.”

“That shouldn’t have happened,” I tell him, shaking my head.

He cups my face with his hand and looks at me with such tenderness it’s hard to believe he’s the same person who he presents out to the world. “Yes, it should, because we are meant to be, Scar. But not because someone decided us getting married would help their business, or because of some fucked up shit that happened with our parents.” He takes my hand, and he places it on his chest. I can feel his heart thumping. “Because we’re just meant for each other.”

My heart aches at his words. Why can’t I just forgive him and move forward? Because I’m scared. I’m scared that if I let him in again, he’ll break me once more and the next time I won’t survive. I cannot allow myself to love Archer Savage, because one way or another, loving him will destroy me.

“I’m doing the job,” I tell him as I lift myself up off him and collect my leggings and knickers from off the floor.

“I don’t want some pervert politician touching you,” he grunts, grabbing my hand and pulling me back to him. “Besides, Vee is already on her way here.” He nuzzles at my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I place my hands on his chest and gently push him away. “Well then, she can keep you guy’s company while I do what I need to do.”

Archer shakes his head as he pulls up his trousers. He runs a hand through his unruly hair. “I won’t be able to stop myself from ripping his head off, Scar, and that will piss the Elders off no end if I murder him.”

I chuckle as I look at my reflection in the floor-length mirror. I have that just ravished look about me. My hair is all trussed up. Archer comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, leaning his head on my shoulder.

“Look at how well we fit, Scar. You and me against the world.”

I avert my eyes from our reflection and turn in his arms to face him. “What just happened doesn’t change things, Archer. We’re not together again.”

The bastard scoffs. “You keep telling yourself that, Scar. Soon you’ll be starting and ending your days in my bed, beside me.”

Shaking my head, I take a step away from him to create some distance between us. “You’re an arrogant sod, you know. It’s not attractive.”

He laughs and boy if it doesn’t make my stomach flip. “Liar,” he challenges, cocking a brow. “I should probably let the boys know the coast is clear.”

I wince. Were we loud? “Do you think they heard us?”

Archer smiles at the same time he shrugs his shoulders. “With the noise you were making, calling out for god when you came, I’d say they definitely heard us.”

I gawp at him in horror and slap his arm. “I wasn’t that loud.”

He fights a smile as he walks backwards away from me. His eyes do a slow peruse of my body from my feet to my head, and he bites his lip and fights a smile. “You were, Scar, and it was hot as sin. I love it when you moan my name.”

The way he’s looking at me as he retreats from the room has my core pulsing with need. Once more will never be enough with him. I’ll always want more. When he’s out of sight, I can’t help but stray to thoughts of the baby growing in my belly. Our baby. I’m eight weeks now and time is running out. I think of how hurt he would be if I had an abortion and he found out. In some ways, it would serve him right for his deceit, but I’m not the type of person to use something like this to punish someone. How would he react if he knew I was carrying his child? Maybe he’d be angry, but then he’s a possessive bastard and I can see him being pleased with himself for planting his baby in my womb. The caveman in him would beat his chest and celebrate his virility.

“Glad you two are done fucking because after my marathon session with those two honeys last night, I really need sustenance,” Seb comments, as he strolls back into the room and winks at me. I can’t help but flush red, and I self-consciously tidy my hair. Archer and Rafe follow closely behind him, and Archer gives me a lazy smile when he sees me redden at Seb’s comments. “You really should nail her more often, Arch. It puts the colour back in her cheeks.”

“Shut it, fucker,” Archer says, swiping his friend across the back of the head as he fights a smile.

“So, did Little Red get her way? Is she doing the job?”

I arch a brow in challenge at Archer, daring him to say I can’t, but I’m surprised when he sighs and says that I’m in for the job. “She’s going to need some help, though.” He looks at Seb. “Can you call Kayla and see if she can come over and work with her for a couple of hours?”

Seb nods his head as he chews on a cold piece of toast from Archer’s plate. “On it.”

“Whose Kayla?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

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