-Harper-
I wasn’t the best cook, I knew that, but I could still make breakfast. So when Archer was still sleeping, I had snuck out of bed, put on one of his oversized shirts, and then gone to make breakfast.
“Yes, that is good,” I exclaimed as I took a sip of my coffee.
There was something wonderfully ordinary about it all. It felt cozy and familiar, as if we were just any other couple who had enjoyed a blissful night together before I whipped up breakfast for us afterwards. Then we would delve right back into our passionate lovemaking session, oscillating between tender affection and wild f*cking.
I adored both the intensity and the gentleness we shared, relishing the sweeter and the darker. And it seemed I had developed a taste for a little bondage as well. Those chains, once used t
