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“I can see that.” I grin, my focus drifting to her thigh rubbing against my knee. She’s a mix of bold, honest, adorable, and sexy. “I should give you what you want.” I grip the inside of her knee, holding her still. “Do me a favor?”

“Anything,” she says quickly.

“Once I start, I want to hear how I make you feel.” I trail my hand up the inside of her leg. “Every whimper is mine.” I stop my caress at the crook of her leg.

“I will.”

“Move all you want. I enjoy it when you squirm underneath me.” I brush my thumb over her, satisfied at the wetness I feel through the fabric.

“Yes, Archer.”

“Good girl.” I push her other thigh wide and position my shoulders between her legs. I outline her panties with my tongue, and her hand grips my hair.

“Shit,” she gasps, her fingers flexing. Her hips rotate, chasing my mouth as I move.

I chuckle against her. “Just like that.”

Slipping my hand under the fabric, I skate my finger over her, and the light in the room brightens. Savy is releasing her desire through her spells. I lock mine down. If I let go, the room will be in shambles. She makes me feel everything.

I press against her clit, and her other hand grips the headboard, her head thrashing. She's sensitive, and it won’t take much to make her come. My possessive side hopes it’s because of me, and not something she can do frequently. Thinking of anyone else touching her like this brings my magic to the edge, and I hear thunder boom outside.

“Please,” she groans.

“Please, what?” I grit out, needing her to say my name.

“Please, Archer.”

Hearing my name from her sweet lips, husky and begging, makes me pulse with need.

Never wanting to make her wait for what only I can give her, I slide my finger inside her and enjoy the sigh of pleasure it causes. She wraps her legs around me and digs her nails into my scalp. A breeze coasts through the room, and her bracelets fall to the floor. I increase my speed and add a finger. She pulses around me, and I lightly bite her thigh.

“Get there, baby,” I demand, on the edge of losing control.

“So close,” she groans, her hips thrusting with the movement of my hand. “It feels so good.”

I focus on her face, and I almost come. My Savy isn’t afraid to show how much I please her. Keeping my attention on her face, I dip my head and suck her clit through her panties. She convulses around my fingers and cries out. She releases the headboard and slaps her palm against the bed. Her hand in my hair pulls me against her, urging me to suck harder. The light on the bedside table blinks out, but the lightning outside brightens the room. Her back leaves the bed as she reaches the height of her orgasm. Easing back, I stroke slowly and move up her body.

“Beautiful,” I hum, propping my arm beside her shoulder. I lick her breast, then her neck, then her chin, before kissing her gently.

“More,” she sighs, her tension leaving her body.

I kiss her longer, deeper, appreciating her demand. I’m willing to give her anything she needs. Enjoying the warmth and tenderness of her lips isn’t a hardship. She opens eagerly, and I fall into her. As her body trembles, I stop the glide of my hand. The air calms, and the weather stabilizes. Her need is sated for the moment. I end the kiss with a nip on her lip.

“Good, baby?” I ask gruffly.

“Oh, yeah,” she breathes, and smiles.

Removing my hand from her panties, I roll us, holding her close. I exhale roughly, closing my eyes, and trying to calm myself. Her desire is overwhelming and affecting me in ways I've never been before. I need a few minutes.

“Do you need the bathroom?” I ask.

“Not yet,” she says, trailing her hand down my chest. “I need to take care of you first.”

I grab her hand. “Savy, this was about you.”

“It’s about you, too.” She shakes off my hand and slides her hand under my shorts. “Let me do this, please.” She strokes me.

“Fuck,” I hiss, and meet her gaze.