Page 19 of Reaper

When he broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard. Reaper rested his forehead against hers, dark eyes searching.

“Tell me to stop if you want to,” Reaper told her.

She traced the line of his jaw, rough with stubble with her fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she told him.

He nodded, a possessive smile tugging at his lips. Then he took her hand, threading his fingers through hers, and led her toward the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit and the bed was neatly made, but Savannah couldn’t remember the last time it felt like a place of comfort. Now, standing here with Reaper, it felt like it could be.

He let go of her hand, turning to face her. His gaze solely on her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Savannah,” he murmured.

Her cheeks heated, but she didn’t look away. She reached for the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head and letting it fall to the floor. The cool air kissed her skin, and she stood there in her lacy bra and jeans, heart pounding.

Reaper’s gaze darkened as he took her in. “Goddamn.”

He stepped closer, sliding his hands up her sides, brushing his thumbs against the edge of her bra.

Reaper leaned down, finding the curve of her neck with his lips. He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses that made her shiver. She tilted her head back, giving him more access, threading her fingers through his hair.

“Reaper,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

He groaned, sliding his hands down to her jeans, unbuttoning them with slow, deliberate movements. When the denim pooled at her feet, she stepped out of them, standing before him in just her lingerie. The heat in his eyes made her feel powerful and vulnerable all at once.

His own clothes followed—his t-shirt disappearing in a swift motion, revealing the hard muscles of his chest and the ink that marked his skin. She reached out, tracing the lines of his tattoos with her fingertips, feeling the heat beneath them. He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing her palm.

“Lie down,” he murmured.

She did, sinking onto the bed, her hair fanning out over the pillows. He followed, his body covering hers, his weight grounding her in a way that felt safe and right.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, his hands exploring her body with a reverence that brought tears to her eyes. Every touch, every whispered word, made her feel cherished. The shadows of her past receded, replaced by the warmth of his presence, the promise of something new.

Reaper paused, grabbing his jeans to take out a condom from his wallet, before returning to her. He broke the plastic, slipped the condom on. Then he hefted her legs above his shoulders.

Her heart pounded in excitement, her nipples pebbled. She wondered if Reaper knew how incredibly wet she was for him. When he slid one, two digits inside her pussy, she moaned. Savannah practically begged him to take her. Reaper positioned his dick into her opening, then thrust inside her. She gasped at the size of him.

He entered her, slow and deliberate, taking his time. She took every inch of him, panting when he finally buried himself to the hilt.

“You okay?” Reaper asked her.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, and he did.

Reaper started with a slow rhythm before picking up speed. Soon enough, he reduced them both to sweaty and needy animals. Savannah started meeting him for every push. Every time he entered her, it felt like a fragment of her soul reached out to brush against his.

“Reaper,” she whispered.“I’m close.”

With every entry, Reaper brushed against her clit. Savannah gasped at his last push.

As they came together, the world outside faded away. All that mattered was this moment—their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in unison. He held her like she was something precious, something worth protecting, and Savannah cherished that gift.

Afterward, they lay tangled together, his arms wrapped around her, his breath warm against her hair.

Savannah closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming sense of hope she hadn’t felt in years.

Reaper tightened his around her, and his voice was a low whisper in the dark.“You good?”

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