Page 43 of They Call Him Reaper

Dante

I’ve beenin and out of meetings with Andrea and Theodore for the past three days. Damn, those two talk a lot, but it’s all vital information. We’ve gone through and eliminated possible places he could have gone. He has to be somewhere I wouldn’t look, I’m certain of it, but Andrea sent people to check just to be thorough. He has people and resources I don’t have. I could go to all these places myself, but I refuse to let Inaya out of my sight or leave her vulnerable like a sitting duck again.

When I let her go, it was to show her that she doesn’t have to worry about me trying to kill her anymore, but she ran into her father and was almost killed or mutilated. My anger spikes at the memory of finding her strapped to that bed as if she was a stranger to him. He should have cared about his daughter more than whose baby is inside of her. Respected her.

I place the mug that I was squeezing too tightly back on the desk as Andrea and Theodore have one of their lover spats. I don’t have friends, and while it seems nice to have someone in my corner all the time, that friendship shit looks exhausting as fuck.

I log into one of the cameras I placed in our room to keep an eye on Inaya. She saw me place them, because I had no reason to hide my desire to watch her. She hasn’t had privacy since before we officially met, so she shouldn't expect to have any now. Before I left to meet with Andrea and Theodore, she mentioned wanting to take a nap.

Inaya is in bed, under the covers, but she doesn’t appear to be asleep. She squirms and turns her head to the side, with her mouth slightly agape. I turn up the volume to make sure she’s not in any pain or distress.

“Dante,” she moans my name, and the sound goes straight to my dick.

I shift in my chair because the earbud enhances the sound, making the vibrations of her moan embed themselves into me. I haven’t touched her since I got her out of that cabin; it wasn’t the priority, but her moans have everything falling short of the need she has conjured within me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt or tasted her. Months.

If her arousal is a siren’s song, I’m happily heading toward my death. I stand so abruptly that Andrea and Theodore jump back like they’re ready to fight. They both watch me with cautious eyes, as if they’d ever get the chance to see a strike coming from me.

“We’ll pick this up later. I have business.”

I’m out in the hallway before they can respond to my announcement. It doesn’t take long to get to our room. I push open the door, careful not to make a noise.

I leave my shoes by the door and move closer to her. My skin prickles with the excitement I used to only feel when I was approaching prey who were exceptionally terrible.

Inaya’s nipples bead against her tank top and her arched back presents them as an offering. My mouth waters as I stop at the foot of the bed. Slowly, I pull the covers off her becauseI want to see everything. It still surprises me that she has the power to arouse me. She has her underwear pulled to the side and two of her fingers disappear into her juicy pussy.

Inaya pauses and stares at me with hooded eyes. Her bottom lip is drawn between her teeth. She’s surprised that I’m here, but her heated gaze begs me to join.

“Don’t stop,” I tell her as I remove my shirt.

Her moan is low as her eyes feast on my body. We’re officially locked in the lust bubble we had on the island. I continue to strip as I watch her pleasure herself. Once nude, I rip off her underwear; I want unrestricted access. I grab her hand and our eyes lock as I suck her juices off her fingers.

Inaya is so fucking sexy when she’s aroused. Her hips buck when my mouth takes over what she was doing without me. I missed how she feels and tastes. I missedher.

Her fingers find my hair, giving us a deeper connection. It spurs me to work harder at lapping up her juices and teasing her clit with my tongue. Inaya gyrates against my face until her body goes still just before she breaks apart. My dick is so hard that I give myself a lecture about body control to keep from coming at the sound of her moans.

I kiss my way up her body, taking her tank top with me. Inaya sits up to get rid of her shirt as my mouth reacquaints itself with her nipples. My mouth cannot get enough of her. This time, seeing the swell of her belly acts as an aphrodisiac. Knowing I claimed her body in a way no man has ever achieved, kicks up my possessive feelings toward her.

Her eyes flutter and close as the head of my dick starts stretching her. I want her looking at me; present, at this moment.

"Look at me," I whisper with a soft growl.

I want her to feel every inch of my sexual frustration. My willpower is being thoroughly tested as I take my time enteringher.How did I go months without this?We release our own versions of a sigh once I bottom out.

I don’t move immediately. Instead, I savor the moment, enjoying how it feels to have her wrapped around me. My eyes and hand fall onto her belly. It’s surreal to think I helped her create a life when I thought that I was only good for taking them. I run my fingers over her abdomen, not knowing what I’d expect to feel. My thoughts about the baby almost have me lost enough to pull me from my current mission, but Inaya has other plans.

Her pussy muscles clamping down on me pull a grunt from my chest, and she pushes me hard enough to switch our positions. Her little show of aggression makes me smirk as she climbs on top.

“Fuck now. Talk later,” she orders me as she lowers herself onto my dick.

Inaya lets out a satisfied groan as her nails dig into my chest. I grab her hips, encouraging her to take us on this ride. Leaning over, she kisses me like she’s been denied the luxury her entire life. She sucks on my tongue as I feed it to her, enjoying the taste of us as we reconnect for the first time since seeing each other again.

She’s been dealing with the betrayal of her father while I’m reeling from the discovery of her pregnancy. We’ve been in an awkward place since I rescued her. This is different; she’s not a target or a part of my mission. I’m here for her protection and my desire to be around her.

Inaya leans back, giving me a show as she rides me, but my desire to be closer outweighs my need to watch. I push myself up to align our bodies. Her fingers find my hair again, teasing the nape of my neck. My fingers take a trip up and down her spine as I suck on her bottom lip. Our fucking is usually rougher, but I’m following her lead since she has a better idea of what’s best forour child.Our child.The thought sends a nervous sensation up my spine, but I focus all my energy on this moment.

Inaya whimpers when I grab her ass cheeks. I don’t want anything between us. Not even air.

“Dante,” she moans my name as if she’s not sure I’m really here.

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