Page 38 of Reaper

Leaning down, I swipe my tongue over her cheek, tasting her tears, and groan.

“It was fucking close, baby, but I couldn’t leave you.”

Placing her hand on my face, she stares into my eyes, and my chest squeezes hard. I don’t normally live with regrets, but I do now. At this moment, I cannot fathom that I nearly killed this perfect creature. My other half. Yet, had I not, we wouldn’t be here right now, with Bella looking at me for the first time with something other than hatred.

I pull her hand from my face, and kiss her knuckles softly, before taking her hand in mine and walking over to where the dead guy is. Letting go of her, I grab his feet and pull him away from the grave.

“What are you doing?” she questions me.

Turning to her, I narrow my gaze at her. “Taking what’s mine, where I first wanted to take it, unless you’re going to tell me no.”

She places her hands on her hips and, fuck, I love that sassy look on her face.

“And you’d listen?”

I smirk at her. “No, baby, but I thought it sounded good.”

Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I can already taste her dripping on my tongue.

“Show me my name.”

Without any hesitation, she pulls her dress up, removes her white lacy panties, stepping out of them, then she holds her skirt up. I stare at my name. An ‘N’ and an ‘I’ on her left cheek, and ‘C’ and ‘O’ on her right one.

“Get over here.”

She takes a few steps to me and slides her hand under my shirt. I groan from the feeling of her fingertips on my skin. Sliding my hands in her hair, I pull hard, forcing her head back, and run my tongue up the center of her throat. One little whimper escaping from her sweet mouth sends me over the edge. Releasing my grip on her hair, I slide my hands to her face and press my lips to hers. Our kiss muffles her moans, as I slide my tongue against hers. Bella is not an unwilling participant, and right now I’m not sure she ever was.

Pulling back from our kiss so I can look at her, she digs her nails into my skin, as she whimpers my name in a near pant.

Scooping her into my arms, I lay her over the grave and grin, when she spreads her legs so willingly.

“Needy little slut.”

Lifting the skirt to her dress up, she flashes me a shy smile as she exposes her bare pussy to me. Do I want to fuck her? Hell yes, I do,but first, I want to see what she does. This new side to her I’ve never seen before intrigues the fuck out of me.

“Take your shirt off, Nico.”

Without a word, I reach back and grab the collar to my t-shirt and pull it off, dropping it on the ground beside me.

The last thing I want to do is talk right now. I need to be inside her, but as I stare at her pussy, my mind won’t stop. For the last three weeks, I’ve been watching her, but before that I was fighting for my life. She thought I was dead, so it wouldn’t change things between us, nothing could make me not want her, but I still need to know.

“Did you fuck them, Bella? Any of them?”

My voice comes out strained, as I imagine some dickhead having what’s mine.

“No, Nico. I killed them. There was never a chance of me fucking anyone else.”

Kneeling between her legs, I ask, “Didn’t it get you wet? Having the power to take away human life?”

“Yes,” she moans lightly.

“And you didn’t fuck anyone?”

She pulls her lip between her teeth and shakes her head.

“I fucked myself.”

Jesus Christ, I like that thought a little too much, but it doesn’t come as a surprise, since I saw her pleasuring herself right on this very grave.

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