Page 48 of Reaper's Rage

He pulls my chair out, kissing me on the top of the head when he scoots me close to the table. With a flourish, he removes the covering.

“Macaroni and cheese?” I squeal, dancing in my chair, making Reaper laugh. “My favorite.”

“I know. Besides, its great comfort food and pairs just fine with champagne.” He assures me as he lifts the bottle of bubbly from the bucket. He pops it opens and pours us both a glass. After handing one to me, he clinks his against it. “To my best friend and the most beautiful woman in the world. I love you, baby.”

I grin at him as I take a sip. He laughs again when I wrinkly my nose. “You don’t like it?” He asks. When I shake my head, he reaches for the glass, but I pull it away.

“I like it. It’s just not what I was expecting.” I tell him. “Everything is perfect. Thank you.”

He grins as he lifts the cover off his plate to reveal a hamburger. “Does champagne go with a cheeseburger?” I ask with a smirk.

“I’d rather have a beer.” He admits with a grin.

We eat our dinner talking about everything but Matthews and Jordan. They don’t belong here in our little bubble. Not on my birthday and not when I have my favorite man and my favorite food.

Once we finish, Reaper piles the plates back on the trolly and wheels it out into the hall. I finally take in the room and the massive bed. I can’t help myself, I’m nervous. Now that the time is here, I realize I’m a little scared. That is, until Reaper steps up behind me and wraps me in his arms. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m a little nervous.” I admit, turning so I can press my face into his chest. The feel of him relaxes me. I love how we fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

He places his finger under my chin and lifts it until he can see my eyes. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. You know that, right?”

I smile and reach up to kiss him. “I know. I’m not nervous about you. About us. I just don’t want to disappoint you.” I finally admit. “You’ve made this day perfect. I want it to be perfect for you.”

He grins as he cups my face with his hands. I stare into his eyes and get lost in them, lost in his soul. He’s the best person I know and I honestly don’t know how I got so lucky to fall in love with someone who loves me back as much as he does.

“You being here has already made this perfect for me. So you can stop worrying about disappointing me. You could never disappoint me. As for the rest of it. I’m going to take care of you. It’s my pleasure and my job to make this night perfect for you, if you let me.”

Shifting out of Reaper’s arms, I turn to the bed. I can feel him behind me, but appreciate that he doesn’t speak or move. Instead, he’s giving me the time I need to process what I want. And what I want is him. All of him. Turning to face him, we lock eyes as I unlash the robe. I stand naked in front of him as I let the robe drop to the floor. And even though it isn’t the first time he’s seen me naked, it feels different. This is the beginning of a whole new adventure.

“Make love to me, Reaper.” I whisper. “Claim me as yours, because you are the only man I ever want inside me.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: REAPER

My mouth is drier than the surrounding desert. I’ve seen Ashlyn naked a few times now, but watching her drop her robe and offering herself to me brings me to my knees. She’s absolutely perfect. My warrior princess. Strong and soft. Courageous and timid. Sexy and innocent. Perfect.

Suddenly I’m the one who is nervous. The one who’s worried that I won’t live up to her expectations, but I shake away those thoughts. They don’t belong here in this room with us. Because I know without any doubt that I’ll make this night perfect for her. How can I do anything else for the woman I love?

Stepping forward, I trace my finger along her jaw, then her throat and down the center of her chest. Grinning, I step over to the table to grab the last glass of champagne. Dipping my finger into the liquid, I then circle her right nipple until I see it pucker. I blow on it before leaning over and sucking it into my mouth. Smiling when I feel her tremble. When I repeat the process on the other side, I get a whiff of her arousal. My cock strains against my jeans.

“Reaper.” she whispers, and I glance up to see her face. The love I see in those pretty brown eyes reaches deep into my soul.

“Just relax, baby.” I tell her. “I’ve got you. Lay on your back in the center of the bed.” I order her. When she turns to do my bidding, I quickly divest myself of my clothes.

I hear her gasp, then moan as she watches me stroke my dick while I take in all of her beauty.

“Are you certain he’ll fit?” She asks, and I stop myself from laughing because I can hear the concern in her voice.

“I promise, he’ll fit. You might feel some pain or discomfort, but I promise you, you’ll feel pleasure. I’ll make sure of it.”

She smiles at me. While I see the trepidation in her eyes, I also see trust.

“Just close your eyes and feel everything I’m doing to you. Say the word ‘red’ if you feel scared or need me to stop.” When she gives me a quick nod, I shake my head. “I need your words, baby.”

“I trust you, Reaper, but I’ll say the word ‘red’ if I get scared or need a minute.” She assures me.

When she closes her eyes, I kiss and lick my way over her abs and down to her mound. I grin when I see she’s waxed, she removed all but a single strip. I know she’s primed when my breath on her folds has her back arching and her essence gushing.

“Fuck, baby. So responsive.” I commend her and I’m rewarded when she uses her own fingers to continue playing with her nipples. Nothing sexier than a woman who knows her body and knows how to give herself pleasure.

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