Page 118 of Resurfaced Passion

“I don’t.. I need to … what do …shit,” she cursed on a frustrated shout and Reaper gathered her in, held her against his chest, willing all his love into her.

He didn’t have a backup plan, not really.

Not one he wanted to utilize at this stage.

If she walked out on him now he’d have to let her go and deal with the agony of it later.

“I sound like a crazy person, don’t I?”

“No, baby. But you are freaking me out. Take a deep breath for me.” His hand worked down her long spine and he felt the air expel from her as it warmed his chest. When she lifted her eyes, those beautiful fucking lavender eyes glistening with unshed tears he leaned in and kissed each corner.

“I’m scared if I give you all of me that this will suddenly go away.”

Ah, damn, baby.She had all the tools to burst him open.

He’d concealed secrets for a good reason, and he’d done the worst thing possible any man could do and yet she gave him something that made him clean again.

“Trust me,” he husked. “Give me you, baby.”

With her hands banded tight around his waist he felt her head nodding against his chest and relief stung his eyes.

“I love you,” he barely caught her whispering. The words stopped his heart and he took her face in his hands.

“Again. Tell me again.”

“Bossy.” She grinned with watery eyes, but no longer were they cautiously watching him.

What he saw there made him want to howl at the fucking moon like a lunatic.

“Tell me again.”

“I love you too, Reaper.”

He crushed her little bones, she squealed, but he couldn’t let go. Not yet. Not any time soon. He felt like he was gonna chick his fucking emotions out all over the floor when his eyes stung, and his chest concaved.

He’d waited so long.

“Need to have you,” he growled, lifting her into the air so her legs went around him, he pressed her into the wall.

He probably looked like a wild mad man, but his girl giggled, locked fingers in his hair and let him strip what he needed to while he pressed starved kisses all over the face that loved him.

She fucking loved him.

Trouble could come, he didn’t care because he had his dream back.

“I love you,” he groaned, thrusting in. “You’re all mine,” he professed, swallowing her cry of pleasure as his body took over, shut down his brain and gave his all to making his girl feel good.

That’s how priorities worked.

The silence could scream at him.

The dread could chew off the lining of his stomach.

But when his girl needed? He was a fully focused man.

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Reaper didn’t just fuck her.

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