Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I can’t help myself. I take him in my hand, stroking, teasing, and it’s as if I’ve unlocked something primal inside him. His head tilts back, his hands fisting in my hair as he pants my name. But before I can go any further, he pulls me away, groaning with restraint.
"Bella," he pants, his voice tight with control. He gently pushes me back onto the grass, his hands smoothing over my thighs, spreading me open beneath him. His eyes are dark with desire, but there’s something else there too—reverence. He wants to savor this moment, to make it last.
He kisses his way down my body, slowly pulling my dress higher, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reaches my panties, he pauses, his breath hot against my skin as he looks up at me with a glint in his eye.
"Jesus, you’re stunning," he murmurs, and the way he says it makes my heart flip. His hands slide the fabric down my legs, and I can barely breathe as he lowers himself between my thighs, his mouth hovering over my most sensitive spot.
The first stroke of his tongue makes my entire body jolt. My back arches, and my fingers dig into the grass as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He doesn’t let up, his tongue lapping at me, teasing, as his fingers work their way inside, stretching me, preparing me for him.
"Archer," I cry out, my voice ragged with need. I can’t think, I can’t speak—all I can do is feel him. His mouth, his fingers—it’s too much, too good, and when he sucks on my clit, I come apart with a violent shudder, my thighs trembling around him.
He doesn’t stop, not even as my body convulses beneath him. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as his tongue continues its assault, drawing out every last bit of pleasure he can.
“So fucking delicious,” he mutters as he crawls back up my body, his mouth finding mine again. The taste of me on his lips sends another surge of heat through me, and I pull him closer, desperate to feel him inside me. I need him.
“Bella,” he groans, his voice thick with lust. "I want you. Now."
“I want you too,” I whisper, my fingers threading through his hair as I kiss him again. "Please, Archer."
With one slow, deliberate motion, he lines himself up at my pussy, teasing me, drawing out the anticipation. I can feel the tip of him brushing against my soaked folds, and I bite my lip, my entire body trembling with need.
"I can’t wait to be buried inside you," he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
“I’m ready,” I say, my voice soft but steady. But I can’t hide the nervous flutter in my chest.
“Hey, beautiful, look at me,” he whispers, his fingers gently pushing my hair back from my face. His eyes lock with mine, and for the first time since he proposed, I feel calm. “I’ve waited for you, for this.”
His words wash over me like a soothing balm, calming my nerves, reassuring me. He kisses me again, slower this time, and as he begins to slide inside me, I can feel every inch of him, filling me, claiming me. My breath catches in my throat, and I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him, but there’s no pain—only pleasure.
Time seems to stop as we move together, his body fitting perfectly against mine, the cool breeze whispering through the trees. I close my eyes, losing myself in the feel of him, the warmth of his skin, the way he fills me so completely.
This is everything.
The heat of his body against mine, the way his hands possess me, the sound of my name on his lips—it’s everything. More than I ever imagined.
I’ve never felt so alive, so completely consumed by someone, but with Archer, it’s not just physical. It’s something deeper, something I can’t even put into words.
With slow and measured strokes, as if he’s savoring the feel of me, he murmurs his love and then releases for long moments inside of me. When it’s over, we lie tangled together in the grass, the lake still and quiet beside us, the snow falling softly around us like a blanket. The snowflakes melt as soon as they touch our heated skin, as if we’re on fire for each other. My heart is still racing, my body humming with the aftershocks of our lovemaking, but more than that, there’s a sense of peace settling over me. A sense of knowing that this—this man, this life—is everything I’ve ever wanted. Something in me senses that I was called to Copper Mountain–that I was meant to be here, with him.
Archer turns his head, his lips brushing softly against my forehead. “You really said yes.”