Page 12 of Savage Devotion
The intrusion of his tongue in my mouth, the way he holds my thighs open with his large body so he can do whatever he wants to do to my body, robs me of thought.
“Mmm,” I moan into his mouth, my lashes falling to rest over my heated cheeks.
Before my orgasm has completely faded to a hum of energy, he pulls out, flips me over, and glides back in.
“Reaper,Dios mío. I can’t again.” I grip at the sheets. There’s not a part of my body not trembling from the force of my two releases. And he wants more?God, help me.
I’m pulled up from the bed and held against his chiseled body. A strong grip tightens in my hair and my head is turned so his hungry mouth can reclaim mine.
Kissing me deeply, he strokes my core over and over again.
He breaks the kiss and hovers his mouth next to my ear. I shiver when his hand snakes around to dip between my folds. Spreading my folds, my dark lover strokes a finger over my pulsating nub. Soft at first, but then like a man possessed.
“You can, and you will. My cock wants more of you. And I get what I want, Belle.”
My heart hammers. I reach down and put a hand over his. I can barely balance myself as we both fall into oblivion.
Pure and raw. He pounds into me, the headboard and bed slamming against the wall. For every thrust into my pussy, I drive downward just as hard. Heavy balls slap against my body, and then suddenly my vision turns black. I slam my eyes shut and I scream out just as he roars through his release.
“Reaper!”
“Belle!”
My walls clamp around his cock and I feel every pulsating throb of his release filling the confines of the condom. Our cries of lust and passion clash, mingle and twine in ways I won’t understand for years to come.
With me panting like a wild woman, we fall to the bed fully sated. For now.
I have a feeling one night isn’t going to be enough and therein lies the problem.
Moments after disposing of the condom and cleaning me with a warm rag we climb into the bed. He seems to not think I shouldleave and frankly I could use five minutes to gather my strength. I doubt I could walk right now, anyway.
He drags my limp body into his arms, and he cocoons me in his warmth. I feel his stirring length press against my ass but he only grunts when I sway my hips.
I wake hours later to find him on his stomach, fully asleep.
Knots form in the pit of my stomach. I want to stay. It’s not like I have a lot to go back to. I could always send money back to support my mother. But…my heart breaks. I witnessed her get carried away with a man just like Reaper. Handsome, sinful, and bad to the core. All those tattoos on his fingers mean something and it’s not a steady job at nine-five. He’s deep into a life I have no business in. And my gut says he has something to do with the dark under current the Voodoo Lounge is notorious for which means I won’t be pulling the odd shift here when they put a call out anymore. This was a one-night stand and I have to get back to my life as a waitress and wishful bookstore owner.
I slip from the warmth of Reaper’s bed, already lamenting the loss of his skin against mine.
I silently dress and when I grab my bag, I pull out my lipstick and leave behind a reminder of our times together on his pillow.
Sunlight glints through the same skylights moonlight poured through only hours before, catching on the ruby of his ring left on the nightstand.
I grab it and leave behind a heart full of wishful thinking.
5
REAPER
Crisp air. Orange and red leaves on the trees. Misty rain mixed with fog. Fucking pumpkin spice everything.
It’s a regular late-September night and I should be harassing my club members about all the fucking pumpkins we need to pick up for the hay ride down at the orphanage back home.
Instead, I’m trying to talk a man out of killing the only witness he’s found who might know where his missing wife is.
“Riot. Think, man. What the fuck’re you doin’?” I raise my voice to be heard over the revving bike motors as my brothers ride in behind me. They kill their engines and, in the silence, the only thing that can be heard is my friend loading the chamber.
Petrified eyes swing my way from the man on his knees in front of Riot.
