"Princess" Archer growled, his voice suddenly much darker than it had been.
She blinked her eyes, her breathing erratic. It was a bad idea but she loved the thrill of getting caught.
Before she could open her mouth to protest he grabbed her by the biceps and walked them backwards. As the cold press of the wall against her back makes her flinch she realised that Archer caged her in, surrounding her on all sides. She couldn't breathe. Just the idea of taking his knot made her dizzy.
Athea wanted to process it, but his mouth was already on hers. Shivers ran through her body as Archer lead their mouths together. The feeling of his palm against her jaw, her cheek, made her insides flutter. The soft glide of their wet lips was interrupted as she inhaled sharply, feeling hard to breathe. Arc
