Black Lace & Burnt Skies

05. Fallout

He kissed her deeply, wanting to savor every last moment. The soft scent of rain combines with the usual scent of roses and peppermint that always seemed to float around her. His hands linger at her waist, caressing her over the damp fabric of her clothing. She tosses her robe to the side, and he waists no time at all sitting up and taking off his own.

He began to crave her more and more, never seeming to get enough. He wanted all of her- no, not just want...

He needed her.

Her touch, her taste, her scent, were all immensely intoxicating. He was an addict with no hope of rehab and she was his drug. If he couldn't have her nothing else would ever matter.

They break apart for air, both gasping heavily and looking flushed.

"You should really... you should really take that off... before you catch a cold." He teases through ragged breathes, gesturing to her damp shirt.

"Yeah?" She laughs softly. "Maybe you should help me."

She gets off him, standing up. His eyes follow her movements as he gets up to stand beside her. Her fingertips move agonizingly slow down to the hem of her shirt. She slowly starts lifting it off and Archer becomes impatient, taking it off the rest of the way himself.

"Merlin you're infuriating." He growls against her ear. "After today I don't know whether to kiss you until you can't breathe or wring my hands around your neck."

"Why not both?" She jokes, undoing the buttons of his shirt.

"You'd like that too much."

He pulls her closer, one hand gripping her torso, the other holding the back of her head. His lips attack the bare skin on her neck- kissing roughly, and earning himself a low moan as her mouth fell open and her head tilts back. He bites down, briefly sucking on the area and one of his hands roam up her back, unclipping her bra effortlessly.

He groans as she tugs at his hair and he sweeps his hands under her thighs, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. He sets her on the edge, kneeling down between her legs.

"When I said I wanted to kiss every square inch of your body, I meant it." He says in a low seductive tone.

He starts at her jawline, and begins kissing down to her neck. Then he moves over to her collarbone, sucking harshly a moment before moving down between her breasts. She felt her cheeks heating up and as he continued the world around them seemed to melt away. In that moment nothing else mattered.

He began caressing her breasts with one hand as he continues leading a trail of kisses down her body. He scattered kisses all along her stomach and down to her waist, a fluttery feeling igniting in her stomach once again as he roams lower.

He yanks down her skirt, causing her to shiver excitedly. The warmth of his lips make their way down to her inner thigh, and he rubs her through the sheer fabric of her lace panties while pressing heated kisses to her thighs.

"Oh..." She gasps lowly, biting down hard on her lip.

Her panties were now soaked and not just from her being out in the rain earlier. A smug grin crosses his lips as he takes notice of her slight squirming and he slips a finger underneath the lace, rubbing her in an agonizingly slow pace.