Page 6 of Viper's Claim

Can’t believe I had told her that.

She was still staring at me.

“Something you won’t ever get being the Reaper’s son.”

I couldn’t form a sentence.

“Sort of sweet you wanted it to have freedom.”

“I killed it,” I told it as it was. “And I’m likely to end up dead, too. Now you need to get out of those clothes and shower.”

“Right.” She stood up and unzipped the side of her dress and then let it drop, stepping out of it.

My dick automatically reacted.

I wanted her.

She wasn’t my normal type. Had curves and I loved them. She had a figure, unlike the women I had been with before. She was a real woman.

Suddenly I wanted to run my tongue over those breasts that she was showing me so openly.

Then she walked towards me. “Are you joining me? You are covered in dirt.” She looked me up and down, then our eyes locked. I watched her walk past me. My eyes were on her ass as she walked into my bathroom.

I stripped off my clothes in a matter of seconds.

The shower glass was covered in steam as I walked in. The crimson red running down the drain. She turned to me, picking up the soap.

She didn’t scan my body or look at my tattoos. Her eyes were locked with mine still. It fucking scared me. It felt like I was getting trapped. Then she slowly ran the soap over my arm.

“What’s this scar tattoo for?” She questioned softly. “It’s damaged.”

I looked at the burnt-out and fucking ugly tattoo, or what was left of it.

“Had to patch to another club to find out their operation. Got their tattoo for loyalty. Had to burn it or black it out.”

“Why did you pick to burn it? That would have hurt.”

“Pain makes you feel alive.”

She dropped her head back, looking up at me. “So does love, you know.”

Her other hand went to my shoulder.

I didn’t ask permission. But fuck it when it came to anything. I never did. I dove forward, claiming her lips. It wasn’t kissing, it was demanding,, and she kept up speed. I gripped her hips, and she dropped the soap as I pushed her back against the tile walls. My erection went straight inside her. A gasp escaped her lips.

I paused. Fuck it. I could hurt her. I...

Her hands gripped my face. “Don’t stop.” It was the first thing I had heard her say with determination.

I carried her out of the shower, dripping wet. Walking us straight to my bed, with my dick inside her.

Dropping her to the bed.

“Grip the bars,” I told her, and she did, just as I started to thrust inside her. Never went bare. But I had never claimed a woman before and that was what this felt like. Couldn’t fucking explain it. But she was mine. When she locked eyes with me at the lake. My stomach dropped. My heart thumped and I just fucking knew.

She was shaking as I fucked her at a strong pace. I didn’t want to be slow and steady. I wanted it hard. I wanted to fuck her so hard that any man she had been with previously wouldn’t ever run through her mind again.

“Let go of the bars.”

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