Wreck Me (Savage Bosses)

Chapter Twelve

Archer

Crash and Burn

Our mouths move in perfect sync, fueled by a hunger that’s been building for far too long. Each kiss isn’t just about desire. It’s a claim, a promise, and a release of everything we’ve held back. Every stolen glance, every unspoken word over the past few weeks led us here. This isn’t just flesh meeting flesh. This is deeper. Our souls are locked into place, fusing in a way that feels inevitable.

"Make love to me, Archer," Tahani murmurs against my lips, her breath warm and her voice a soft, pleading whisper that ignites something primal in me.

I take her hand, guiding her to my bedroom, and the air between us hums with anticipation. The room is dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows on the walls. It's like a sanctuary—a place that’s just for us, where nothing exists outside of the space we’re creating. A haven where we can explore the depths of our passion without restraint.

Tahani stands before me, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Her dark, piercing eyes meet mine, full of trust, full of want. I take a step closer, cupping her face as I lean in to kiss her again. This time, the kiss is slower, more deliberate, as if we’re savoring every second. My hands slide down her body, over the smooth fabric of her blouse, feeling the heat of her skin beneath it.

Her body reacts instantly, arching toward me, a soft gasp escaping her lips. My hands trace every curve, every dip of her waist, memorizing her form as I pull her closer, needing to feel more of her.

We start stripping off our clothes, one piece at a time, letting them hit the floor without a second thought. The air is cool, but all I feel is the heat coming off Tahani as her bare skin presses against mine. Her soft breasts press into my chest, and her hands roam over me, tracing every muscle, every scar, like she’s staking her claim on me.

"God, Tahani," I groan, my voice thick with the overwhelming need coursing through me.

We tumble onto the bed, our bodies entwined, lost in the sensations that are threatening to consume us both. Her legs wrap around me, her body soft and pliant beneath mine, but her grip is firm, like she doesn’t want to let go. I don’t want to let go either. Every touch, every movement between us is electric, a spark that ignites the fire burning inside of me, threatening to consume everything.

I trail kisses down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin as my hands roam her body, from the curve of her hips to the softness of her thighs. She gasps, her voice heavy with need, her nails digging into my shoulders as I press my weight into her, feeling every inch of her beneath me.

"I want you," she breathes, her voice shaky but filled with conviction.

"I want you too," I murmur against her skin, my lips brushing the swell of her breast before I take one taut nipple into my mouth, sucking gently.

She moans, her body arching beneath me, pressing herself into me as if she can’t get close enough.

Our movements are slow at first, languid and exploratory, as if we’re learning each other in a new way. My hands slide lower, between her thighs, and I feel her body tense in anticipation. She’s wet, warm, and so ready for me. I stroke her gently, teasing her, and her hips rise to meet my hand, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

"Please, Archer," she pleads, her voice barely a whisper as her nails dig into my back. "I need you."

I need her too. Every part of me is screaming for her.

I position myself between her legs, the heat of her core radiating against me as I slide inside her, inch by inch. She gasps, her body tensing as I fill her completely, and the sensation is overwhelming—tight, warm, and so perfect that it nearly undoes me right then and there.

"Fuck, Tahani," I groan, my forehead pressing against hers as I start to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside her. Every thrust is deliberate, a slow build toward something that feels inevitable.

Her body moves with mine, meeting me thrust for thrust, her breath coming in short gasps as I pick up the pace, our rhythm becoming faster, more urgent. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in my skin, but the pain only heightens the pleasure.

Her moans fill the room, soft and breathless, as I drive deeper into her, my hips rolling in time with hers, finding that perfect rhythm that makes her body tense beneath me.

"Don't hold back," I urge, my voice rough with need, feeling my own climax building like a tidal wave. "Come for me, Tahani."

Her eyes lock onto mine, dark and full of heat, as her body begins to tremble. Her breath hitches, and then she shatters beneath me, her body tightening around me as her orgasm takes over. She moans my name, her voice breaking as her back arches off the bed, her entire body shaking with the force of her release.

The sight of her coming undone beneath me is enough to send me over the edge. My release hits like a tidal wave, crashing through me with an intensity I’ve been holding back for too long. I bury myself deep inside her, my muscles tightening as pleasure surges through every inch of me, leaving us both breathless.

As the waves of pleasure fade, we lie tangled in each other, bodies still buzzing from the aftershocks of what we just shared. Her skin clings to mine, slick with sweat, and I press a kiss to her forehead, breathing in her scent, tasting the salt of her skin.

She grins lazily up at me, eyes sparkling. "So, did I live up to your expectations this time?"

I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I think you just ruined me for anyone else."

Her laughter is soft but playful, and she swats my chest. "Well, that’s the goal, Mr. Gates."

I roll onto my side, pulling her closer, the grin still tugging at my lips. "I should be asking you if I lived up to your expectations," I tease, running my hand down her back. "I did promise you an unforgettable experience last time."

"You did." Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as her fingers trail over my chest. "And

I’d say you delivered... again."

We both laugh, the kind of laughter that comes when you're completely at ease with someone, when there’s no pressure, just enjoyment of the moment. I can’t help but kiss her again, playful this time, capturing the joy between us.

"Think we’ll ever get tired of this?" she asks, her tone teasing but with a hint of curiosity.

I smirk, leaning in close, my voice low. "Not a chance. I’ll just have to keep reminding you how good we are together."

Her cheeks flush as she playfully rolls her eyes. "Confident, are we?"

"Always," I reply, my voice full of mischief. "Especially when it comes to you."

She laughs again, her head resting against my chest, her fingers drawing idle circles on my skin. "You really think we’re going to keep doing this forever?"

I tighten my hold on her, my voice softening but still playful. "Forever, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it."