Page 39 of Reaper

I undo my pants to release myself, because these jeans are getting too fucking tight.

“Show me, baby.”

She drops her gaze to my dick and, with a moan, she pushes a finger inside her, and then two. I watch my living dead girl, laying on a grave and masturbating for me. Not able to take it anymore, I fist my cock as she whimpers for me. Her pussy is drenched, I can hear it, and it’s my favorite sound. Second only to her begging for me.

“Nico, please. I need you.”

Grabbing her wrist, I pull her fingers out, and bring her hand to my face and inhale her scent. Sucking her wetness, I groan.

“Fuck, I missed this taste, baby. I need more.”

Pushing her legs back, I move down and push my tongue inside her and swirl it around. She slides her hands into my hair, but instead of trying to pull me away, she holds me tight against her pussy.

I liked the fight. Her clawing at me, begging me to stop, and when I saw how devastated she was by my death, I wondered if I had her like this, if the thrill would be gone. It’s not. I’m as hungry for her as I ever have been. Maybe even more so. Pulling my tongue out of her, I replace it with two fingers and fuck her with them, while I lick at her clit and she writhes around for me. She’s a whimpering mess for me. Digging her nails into my scalp, she screams for me in the quiet of the night. Where we are is isolated. There’s no traffic to dull the sound of her coming for me. There’s only a lone cricket off in the distance, and the way her voice echoes as she begs me to fuck her, is simply too much to bear.

I get back up on my knees and pull my jeans and boxers down, as my girl lays in front of me, looking like a deadly work of art.

Licking her lips, she moans quietly.

Pushing my cock inside her, I grunt because she feels better than the last time I was inside her, and I don’t know how that’s possible.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Nico,” she whimpers in response, as I climb over her and place a hand on the grave on either side of her head.

“You’re mine, living dead girl. You should know there’s a tracker in your ass, and I’ll never let you out of my sight. I’ve been watching you. Six fucking miserable weeks without touching you. Never again.”

Pulling out most of the way, I thrust back inside her. Wrapping my hand around her throat, I groan, “Admit the fucking truth, Bella.”

Her eyes show that she doesn’t know what I’m asking for.

“Tell me you won’t run from me. Tell me you’re mine.”

I pick up my speed, as her pulse beats against my fingers, as I continue fucking her harder.

“Nico!” she screams as her body convulses under mine, but it’s her next words that are my absolute undoing.

“I’m yours.”

She tangles her hand in my hair and pulls my head back, and stares at me dead in the eyes.

“But you’re also mine, and any woman that dreams of touching you is dead.”

Her eyes drop to my chest, as unshed tears fill her eyes, and she places her hand on my surgical scar.

“I’m so sorry.”

Smirking at her, I speak the truth, “I’m not.”

How could I be sorry? There’s no doubt in my mind she never would have realized that she felt something for me, if she didn’t think I was dead. It’s fucked up that it took that much, but it was worth it.

Her eyes register so much pain, and I’m fully aware how much she regrets what happened.

“I could’ve killed you.”

Looking down at her softly, I stroke the side of her face. Guilt will eat you alive if you let it. I don’t want that for her.

“Don’t, Bella. Let’s not live in the past. Stay in the present with me. Focus on my cock driving into your sweet pussy.”

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