Page 82 of Fallen Legacy

I openmy eyes and stare straight into the eyes of my dark boy. I realise I’m in our bed and he must have carried me up after I fell asleep.

“Hey.”

He smiles softly, leaning on one elbow beside me. “Hey, sleeping beauty. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” I say, leaning up to press my lips against his. He kisses me gently as if I might break, and I pull back and meet his eyes. “I’m fine, Arch. Now undress me because all that talk of un-a-living someone for me earlier has me horny as hell.”

Archer smirks down at me. “Talking about killing someone is a turn on?”

“It is when you say it,” I admit, climbing into his lap. I take his hand and place it on my right breast. “Love me, Archer. I need you.”

My words seem to have the desired effect because he grasps me by the back of my neck and pulls me in for a soul deep kiss that sets me on fire. He unbuttons my school shirt, his lips never leaving mine, as he tugs it off, throwing it over his head. Archers’ hands find my nipples and he runs his fingers over them, making me shiver in delight. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra.

“Tell me what you need, Scar,” he commands, pinching roughly at my nipples, making me gasp with pleasure.

“I need you. I want it rough and dirty,” I confess. Tonight, I don't want a gentle, loving Archer. Tonight, I want the dark and deadly Archer that fills my dark desires and doesn’t hold back. He grips my hair in a fist at the back of my neck and yanks my head back to look him in the eyes.

“What my queen wants, she gets,” he promises, and my heart pounds in my chest in excitement. He holds my hair with one hand as his other pulls roughly at the zipper of my skirt. I lift up slightly on my knees and he pulls it down, and it lands across the other side of the room. He rips my knickers at the seam, and they fall away from me. For a second he leans back, and drinks in my naked body with lust-filled eyes. “Go to the end of the bed and bend over. I want your pretty arse in the air.” He slaps my bottom hard, making me yelp in surprise. Breathless, I climb off his lap and do as he says. I walk around to the bottom of the bed, purposely giving my hips extra sway and I grab a hold of the wooden bed post and bend over. He watches me like a lazy lion watching over his pride. He's still lying on the bed, his head resting on one bent arm. He unzips his trousers and pulls out his cock. Watching me he strokes himself, never taking his eyes off me. As I study him, I bite my lip in anticipation. I want his cock buried deep inside of me; I want him to fuck me until I can’t walk without knowing he’s been inside of me.

“You want this, Scar?” he asks me, his dark eyes burning into mine, hungry with lust and desire.

“Please,” I beg him, squirming with need.

“Touch yourself. Show me how wet you are for me, baby,” he commands as he continues to pleasure himself.

There’s something so debase and lustful about watching him pleasure himself while I do the same. I run my finger down between my legs and I’m already soaking for him.

“Rub your wetness on those pert nipples for me, Scar.”

I pull my wet fingers from my sex and keeping my eyes on him; I circle my nipples with them, coating them in my own juices.

“Finger fuck yourself for me, beautiful,” he demands, as he grips his cock tighter and pumps up and down. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him. I need him closer to me. I want his skin against mine. I want his lips against mine. I wanted to feel him everywhere.

I do as he asks of me, and I slip two fingers inside of myself. I moan with pleasure as I pump my fingers in and out, my hips grinding against my hand, needing it deeper.

“Is that good, Scar? How does it feel?”

“Good,” I moan in response, holding his eyes with mine. “But I need more Archer. I need you inside me.”

He smirks, letting go of his erection and he stands from the bed. He shrugs off his trousers and his boxers completely and pulls his T-shirt over his head. He’s standing here before me in all his naked gloriousness. I want to kiss and lick every single inch of his body. He slowly walks around the bed and comes to stand behind me. I wait with bated breath to see what he is going to do next. He grabs my hips firmly and in one hard thrust, he pushes deep inside me, making me cry out in both shock and pleasure. There is no build-up. He just gives me what he knows I need. A good, hard, fucking. I grasp tightly to the bedpost as he thrusts in and out in hard and fast movements. I cry out when he angles his hips and hits that sweet spot inside of me. He slaps my bottom hard, and it rings out around the room. I groan in pleasure.

“You like this, baby? You like me fucking you like a dirty whore,” he states rather than asks me. I’m too lost in my lust to form words so I just moan, loudly. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re sore. I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, Scar.”

“Don’t stop. Never stop,” I breathlessly tell him.

“Touch yourself, Scar. I want to feel your come dripping down my cock. I want your juices all over me as I fuck you, baby. Come for me,” he orders as he pistons his hips and somehow takes me even harder and deeper. I detonate into a thousand pieces. Screaming his name as I come. I think I see stars as I come, and I come. Wave after wave of pleasure roars through my body and he moans my name loudly as I fall apart. “I’m going to fucking explode, Scar. I’m going to come so deep in you, you’ll have my come dripping down those perfect thighs for days.” He grips my hips tighter. I’m going to have bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. He is relentless in his pace, chasing his euphoria. When he comes, he roars my name over and over and slumps over me as he basks in the comedown from his release. He kisses my back as he leans up and pulls himself out. My inner thighs spasm from the intensity of our fucking. I lean up and spin to face him, draping my arms over his neck.

“Well, that was mind-blowing,” I say with a chuckle. He picks me up by the back of my knees and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us into the ensuite. He doesn’t put me down. He steps under the showerhead and turns on the water. I tip my head back and allow the water to rain down my body and cover my face and chest.

“You’re like a drug I crave constantly,” he tells me, staring into my eyes and sending my heart into a gallop. “You’re the only one who can give me what I need, Scar.”

Sometime later, we fall asleep in each other’s arms. Archer holds me tightly, as if he’s worried if he lets go something bad will happen to me. I place my hand over my belly. A part of him is growing inside of me, a product of our coming together. It still blows my mind that we made a person together. One that will grow and change and become a fully functioning part of this world.

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The restof the week passes with no further attempts on my life. I now have three big burly bodyguards with me wherever I go. They sweep the school every morning before I go in, much to the head teacher’s ire. They escort us to and from school every day. Kit also now has a security guy following him everywhere he goes. It was something I’d insisted on. I needed to know he was safe.

I try to put the worries of my stalker behind me for now. This weekend is all about the twins and celebrating their eighteenth. It will also be the weekend that Archer finds out he’s going to be a dad. Everything is going to change once I tell him.

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