Page 10 of The Reaper's Mate

IGRIP THE BEDSPREADas Matt runs his wide tongue up my pussy. The way he looks at me, his reverent touches—I’ve never been treated like this in my life. I’m afraid that, even after this short time, I’m becoming addicted to it. And no matter how many times I tell myself this is irrational and ridiculous, I’m still drawn to him like a magnet.

I jolt as he lingers at my clit, his tongue pressing against it as he pushes against my thighs with his palms. I spread for him, desperate for more of his attention.

Taking his time, he licks me slow, each sweep bringing a moan from me as I arch and press my pussy onto his face. All embarrassment is gone, and I’m consumed by the need to find my release. I chase it with utter abandon as he keeps his pace slow and slides a hand down my thigh.

“Please.” I gasp as he sucks my clit between his teeth.

“What, my angel?” He stares up at me, his eyes bright in the dark room.

“I want—” Heat rushes through me at the words I’m about to say. “I want your fingers.”

“Anything for you.” He gives me a wicked grin and presses a finger inside me.

I moan and work my hips in a quickening rhythm. He matches it, his finger and tongue working in unison.

He groans into my pussy and my hips rise up even higher, my ass off the bed as he licks and sucks at my most tender spots. With his free hand, he wraps first one leg, then the other around his head, my knees hooked over his shoulders.

My stomach is already drawn tight when he reaches up and palms my breast.

“Mmmm.” I can’t put words to the intense sensations.

He adds another finger, stretching me, and I press down on them. If his fingers feel this good, what will his cock be like?

When he fastens his lips to my clit and sucks again, any last semblance of thought disappears. I have to come, and every cell in my body focuses on that one outcome. I pump my hips as he pinches my tight nipple and runs his tongue across my sensitive nub. His pace is impossible, his tongue whipping faster than even my vibrator’s top speed.Jesus.

My breath stops, and I tense until my muscles begin to shake. He curls his fingers inside me and plunges them deeper. I’m gone. A blinding orgasm rips through me. My body tightens and releases in a steady procession of pleasure. Each new wave pulls a cry from my lips, and I grip the bedspread hard enough that my fingers cramp.

When the last aftershock subsides, Matt lowers me to the bed and kisses his way up my body. He lingers at my breasts, kissing the mounds before darting his tongue along the tips. I’m hyper-sensitive, and his touches are priming me for another round. If anything, he’s made me hungrier for it—for all of him.

His low growl returns as he kisses my mouth, sharing my taste with me as he presses one strong arm beneath my back and situates us in the middle of the bed. I wrap my arms around his neck and cover his face with sloppy, blissed out kisses.

“I’m going to claim you now, angel.” He pushes back from the bed and stands. With his gaze firmly on me, he unbuttons his black pants, revealing more of his pale skin and the tantalizing trail of dark hair. When he pushes his pants to the floor, my eyes grow wide. His cock is thicker than anything I’ve ever had before. A swirl of fear is tempered by the rush of desire his naked form creates in me. He is a living statue, perfect, hard, and masculine. And I’m just … me.

I glance down at my body, and the difference hits me hard.

“What is that?” He stares at the air around me. “Why are you unhappy?”

“How?” I cock my head at him. “How can you tell?”

“Your aura changes. Have I displeased you?”

“Displeased me? No. You were, that was … you were amazing. It’s just that I’m not…” I can’t figure out how to say what I’m feeling, and I start to slide my legs closed as embarrassment creeps in.

He’s on top of me before I move an inch. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now. You are my beautiful, perfect angel.”

I see no duplicity in his eyes, only warmth. His words instill a confidence in me that I’ve never experienced. I run my palm down his cheek and press my lips to his. He kisses back with so much emotion that I can’t catch my breath. Goodbye heart.

“I want you, too.” I close my eyes and try to inject confidence into my words. “I want you to claim me, like you said. Make me yours.”

His growl of approval rattles against my breasts, and I grow even wetter as he stares down at me with feral hunger. He pins my wrists next to my head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“Mine.” His voice is guttural as he licks and sucks.

I squirm against him and moan when a jolt of pleasure shocks through my clit. He thrusts against me, his cock growing slick as our bodies slide against each other. The friction builds, and I want him. I threw out any reason or prudence the moment he pulled my release from me with his tongue and fingers.

He stretches on top of me and claims my lips again in a passionate kiss. His thrusts grow more desperate, and I dig my heels into the backs of his thighs, urging him on.

“I’m on the pill.” I gasp out as the tip of his cock slides past my clit, heading lower.

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