Wreck Me (Savage Bosses)

Chapter Ten

Archer

Never Forget

As I thrust inside Tahani, her breath comes in sharp gasps, each one a testament to the power I have over her body. The feeling of her beneath me, our bodies merging in the dimly lit foyer, sends a surge of satisfaction through me that’s as emotional as it is physical. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, and the way she responds to me only fuels that hunger.

"Archer," she whispers, barely audible, her voice trembling as we both reach our peak. Her body quakes with release, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

My muscles tense, a flood of pleasure tearing through me as I bury myself deep inside her and release. The rush is overwhelming, but it’s not enough. I need more.

As our breathing begins to steady, I don’t let go of the moment. I scoop her up into my arms, her warmth pressed against my chest, and head toward my bedroom. Her dark hair spills over my forearm, and when her deep brown eyes meet mine, full of trust and desire, I feel that savage need rising again.

"Archer, where are you taking me?" she asks, her voice soft but curious.

“I need you again,” I say, my voice rough with urgency. There’s no hiding how much I want her. How much I need to own her, completely.

"Already?" she teases, raising an eyebrow, but the smile that plays at her lips tells me she wants it just as much.

"Is that okay?" I ask, my voice low and hungry. I hold my breath, waiting for her response, needing her permission to lose control again.

"Yes," she whispers, her eyes locking onto mine, dark and full of heat.

That’s all I need. I lay her on the bed. Her body is already pliant under my hands. The intensity in her gaze hits me like a storm. It’s like a current, pulling me down to her lips like a force I can’t resist.

"Archer," she whispers against my mouth, her breath hot and sweet.

My hands roam her body, every inch of her beautiful brown skin demanding my attention. "God, you’re incredible," I murmur, my voice thick with desire.

Her breath hitches, her eyes darkening with need, and I can feel her body responding to every touch, every stroke of my fingers. Her reactions drive me, urging me to explore her more, to make her mine in every way.

"Please, Archer… I want you too," she pleads, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her voice raw and desperate. Her plea sparks something deep and primal inside me, something that pushes me to the edge of control.

With a low groan, I reach down, positioning myself at her entrance, feeling the searing heat of her body. "Are you ready?" I ask, my voice a growl, even though every part of me is begging to take her right now. I need to hear her say it. I need to know she wants this as badly as I do.

"I’m ready for you. More than anything."

Her words light a fire inside me. I push into her, the tight warmth of her enveloping me completely. "Fuck, Tahani," I gasp, my hips driving into hers with a rhythm that’s all instinct, all need.

We find our pace, a perfect, punishing rhythm that pushes me closer to the edge with every thrust. Her body arches beneath me, her moans fueling the desire that’s threatening to consume me.

"Archer," she moans, her voice breaking on my name like a prayer, her nails biting into my shoulders, the pain only heightening my pleasure.

Her body clenches around me, and I know neither of us will last much longer. The intensity is too much, too raw. But right now, I don’t care. All I know is that I need to be inside her, to lose myself in her, again and again.

"Don't hold back," I urge, my voice rough with the intensity of the moment as I feel my own climax building like a tidal wave. "Come for me, Tahani."

I watch her shatter beneath me, her body tensing and shaking with the force of her release. The sight of her, the way she gives herself over to the moment, pulls me under, sweeping me away by the raw intensity of our connection.

"Archer," she whispers, her voice trembling as her body pulses with the aftershocks of her climax.

Her soft skin clings to mine, creating a shell of intimacy that I never want to leave. The taste of her lingers on my tongue, sweet and intoxicating, like the finest wine that I can’t get enough of.

"I’ve never felt this way before," I admit, my voice softer now as I trace the curve of her cheek with my thumb, relishing the smoothness of her skin beneath my touch.

"Neither have I," she replies, her eyes shimmering with uncertainty. "But this connection… it scares me. What does this mean for us, Archer?"

I tighten my arms around her, pulling her closer, my hold protective and firm. "It means you’re mine, and you have nothing to fear. I will never hurt you, violate your trust, or disrespect you. I’m all in for you."

"Are you sure?" she asks, her gaze searching my face for any trace of doubt. "You don’t have to make a post-sex commitment that will fade once we’re out of bed. I need to know this isn’t just another conquest for you, Archer. If we’re doing this, I need to know you’re in it for the long haul."

"Post-sex commitment? Fade? Conquest?" I repeat, the words twisting something deep inside me. "Tahani, I can’t believe you still think those things. Believe me when I say that you are anything but a conquest. This isn’t some fleeting moment that disappears when the sun comes up. You’ve broken down walls I didn’t even know I had, and I’m here to build something real with you."

She searches my eyes, and I let her take her time, knowing she’s looking for certainty. Finally, she speaks. “I hear you, and I believe you, Archer. But what about the power dynamics between us? I’ve worked hard to be where I am, and I can’t let anything compromise that.”

"Is that what you’re worried about?" I ask, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. My touch is tender, but my words are full of certainty. "Tahani, listen to me. The love I feel for you has nothing to do with power or control. My world doesn’t revolve around those things when it comes to you."

In my own words, I just told her I love her, and I don’t regret a damn thing.

"But, Archer," she says, her voice trembling slightly, "if people find out about us, it could jeopardize my career. And your reputation—you could be seen as the guy who sleeps with his subordinates, the boss who plays favorites. I don’t want to be the reason you’re ruined."

“No one at Iconic could ruin me. I am a very wealthy man who could stop working today and still earn money in my sleep. I can’t shake my wealth, not even if I tried really hard. And I don’t say that to brag, but to let you know that no one can ruin me. As for you, Zeenith has secured your place in the software engineering world. You’ve built something that sets you apart, Tahani—you’re untouchable now. No one will stand in our way. I’ll make sure of it."

Her eyes search mine, still looking for reassurance. "Can you really promise me that?"

"Absolutely," I say, my voice leaving no room for doubt. "If I can’t improve your life, I’ll walk away. But that’s not going to happen. This will work. We will work."

As we hold each other tightly, I feel the muscles in Tahani’s shoulders loosen, her breathing slowing as she melts into me. Her body relaxes completely, and in that moment, I feel a surge of something deep, something fierce. I want to protect her from the world, its harshness, and all the judgments that come with it. For Tahani, I’ll do anything.

"Okay, I trust you," she finally whispers, her voice soft but certain.

"Good. Now we’ve got to get into the office and face the rest of the day together." I pull her out of bed, our hands still clasped like neither of us wants to let go.

It’s already afternoon, and as fiercely as we devoured each other in this room, we have to channel that same intensity to accomplish what we need to in the office. It’s just how it is.

"Do we have to go in?" Tahani pouts, her eyes searching mine, hoping I’ll agree to ditch the day.

"We could take the day off," I offer, "but you know that’ll just mean two mountains of work tomorrow. You don’t want that, do you?"

She sighs, her gaze falling in defeat. "No."

I pull her closer, wrapping her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. "Then let’s go."

"Okay," she says, smiling up at me. But then she teases, "If you want to get dressed and go to work, why are you still holding me like this?"

I look into her eyes, drawn deeper into the warmth there, into the soul I can’t get enough of. "Because I want to memorize how you look, naked in my bedroom. I don’t want to forget this moment—ever." I cup her face, my voice low. "Promise me you won’t either."

Her smile softens, eyes full of something tender, something that feels like a promise. "Forever etched in my mind."