Archer places his hands on her body, pulling her even closer. Their bodies flush, he can feel every swell of her body, which means she can feel the same, which is a good thing and a very bad thing. He forgets everyone around them and buries his face in her hair. It is as soft as it looks and her scent is dense within the strands. His lips brush the top of her head in an inconspicuous manner. It is the most comfortable he has been in a long time. Yet it is unbelievably torturous.
Their bodies that are made for each other get into a natural rhythm unconsciously. Both their breathing getting slightly more laboured, Archer, with his face buried in her hair, trying to calm himself down.
Her scent, while beneficial, until she has her wolf is not at full strength. His fingers digging into her b
