chapter fourty three
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I reached up to unbutton Archer's shirt, slowly admiring his hands , staring at the ridges , the little cliffs and moulds. They signalled hard work and solitutude . Nothing but years of honing his mind and body.The rest was the beast sitting before me, his legs open wide and his c**k pressing against his fly.
He sat up and let me do the work this time.I was glad he did. It was my turn to prove my devotion. His wasn't in question, I had done something terrible and I wanted him to know that it would never happen again, that I wanted him and I didn't want anything to pull me away from him. How could I not , he was everything, he was such a good man and not once did I ever feel like . He'd never walk away from me, not after the time we spent together.. A man like him was worth cherishing-worshipping.
I let him take his shirt out so I can stare at his monstrous form.I was going to mesmerize every part of him , every strip of skin , every ink , every fibre of skin. I was going to worship him , literally . I wanted to burn the image in my mind so I can remember that this man was real. He cared and he wasn't leaving in case I forgot that, I'd taken him for granted and I shouldn't have . He pulled me forward , lifted my skirt and grabbed me by the collar and threw me back. He crawled on top of me . it wasn't about my body, it was the way I signed when his tongue was pressed through and the flattering breath that left my lips when he rushed his hands under my bra so he could cup my breasts , flicking his thumb back and forth , back and forth over my n*****s.
His touch started a chain reaction ,every caress caused another shiver , adding fire that sread out from within my thighs.He lifted my shirt over my head and leaned in to Kiss my chest ,my stomach and my neck.
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