Page 11 of The Reaper's Mate

“Pill?” He runs his teeth along my bottom lip and releases my wrists.

“Birth control. I can’t get pregnant.”

“We’ll remedy that later.” He gives me another delicious kiss and grasps the long strands of my hair with one hand. “But for now, I want you to focus on me. On my claiming.”

I cling to his shoulders as he lines up to my entrance. Fire races through me at the thought of being filled with his cock. “Please.”

He presses his forehead to mine.

I gasp as he thrusts his tip inside me.

“Sweet angel.” He pulls back and pushes farther in.

I curl my toes and relish every sensation—the pinch, the pleasure, the feeling of his huge, hard body against my soft one. “Don’t stop.”

He groans and sinks deep inside me. I yelp at the sweet sting of my body stretching to accommodate him.

“Are you all right?” His voice shakes as he kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, and then my lips.

I wriggle my hips a little, and something explodes behind me. I glance up. Matt has punched a hole through the headboard and into the wall beyond.

“I don’t want to hurt you. But you are too fucking perfect, angel. I want to give you the claiming you deserve.” He kisses my neck, and I can’t stop myself from making small sounds under his delicious assault.

“Please. I want it. I want you, all of you.”

His growl is possessive, and something in me answers. I want to be possessed, to be fucked wild and raw.

He pulls back, then slams home, and stars burst behind my eyes. I run my hands down his back as he begins a steady rhythm. His thrusts are strong, slamming into my thighs as his thick cock touches me in all my secret places.

All I can do is hold on as he takes over, his solid body ruling my soft one. I moan when he bites my neck and swirls his tongue across the stinging skin. Something in my chest warms with each of his strokes. I dig my nails into him, urging him faster.

“You feel it?” He bites my ear. “My claim on you?”

“Yes!” I gasp and hook my ankles together behind his lower back.

He runs his hands beneath my shoulders and grips me, holding me in place as he pistons into me. The friction on my clit increases, and my body tenses. I’ve never come this way before, but his steady thrusting is making it a reality with each movement.

“I can feel you tightening, angel. My mate is trying to make me come?” He fastens his lips to the spot where my shoulder and neck meet.

My nipples rub against his hard chest, the sensation maddening and sending pulses of pleasure straight to my clit.

“Not yet. I want to see you.” He lifts up onto his knees and pulls my hips toward him.

The pressure on my clit lessens, and I groan in frustration. I’d been so close.

He grins, the look devilish and sexy as all hell. “I’ll satisfy you angel, every time you need it. You never have to ask for what I want to give you.” Licking his thumb, he presses it onto my clit.

I press my palms into what’s left of the headboard as he continues surging into me with almost animalistic power. I’ll have bruises. I want them.

He speeds his tempo on my clit, and the tightness rushes back. My thighs begin to shake.

“I can’t.” I try to make words, but they come out in a rush of air.

“Come with me, my mate.” He thrusts even harder, his impossible eyes lighting as he holds my gaze. His jaw is tight, the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief. I want to bite him, but I’m too far gone to do anything but take everything he’s giving me.

I surge my hips up toward him, and he hits the final, perfect stroke on my clit. A cry sticks in my throat as my pussy tenses, then starts a rhythmic release. His name falls across my lips as my eyes roll back in my head.

A roar rips through the room as he yanks me tight to him and slams deep inside me. His cock kicks and shoots my orgasm back up a notch. The thought of him coating me, his come sticky inside me.God. I clench my eyes against the rush of too much sensation. My heart expands, and at that moment, I realize I am Matt’s. It’s as if a final puzzle piece clicks into place. The tattoo along my lower back stings and sizzles, as if reinforcing Matt’s assertion that our souls are entwined.

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