Page 101 of Reaper's Ruin
She leaned back, her soft neck exposed as she spread her legs wider. My gaze fell to the wet, pink skin between them, and I nearly came undone as my cock throbbed with desire to bury itself in her.
I dropped to my knees, whether by choice or not I didn’t know, but I kneeled before her like a man worshipping at her altar. I reached forward, my touch hesitant at first as if this couldn’t be real.Shecouldn’t be real, but when I slid my fingers against her warmth, felt her slick skin beneath my fingertips, heard her moan, I knew this was no figment of my imagination.
Desperate to know what she tasted like, I leaned forward, parting her lips with my fingers, rubbing my thumb against her swollen clit before gently, slowly, tasting her with my tongue. Her legs shook on either side of my head as she whimpered. I savored her taste, relished it as I worked her with my tongue. Her hips moved, encouraging me on, then I dipped a finger inside her.
First one. Then two. She moaned louder, pressing herself against me, begging me for more.
I answered.
I flicked my tongue against her while my fingers slid in and out, memorizing the taste of her, the feel of her, the sounds rolling out of her mouth on repeat.
“Rhyker, oh my God, Rhyker.”
My name. She said it like a prayer.
Her hips bucked, moving against me, encouraging my fingers deeper and deeper. I pressed them farther inside her, and my tongue devoured that soft clit I could have licked for eternity. Her taste. Her sweetness. The sounds she made as I circled it slowly then faster, every cry, every moan, telling me exactly how she liked it.
I felt her tightening. Felt her body responding. I didn’t let up, didn’t slow down. I wanted to make her shatter so hard she forgot everything and everyone who had ever come before me.
“Rhyker!” she cried out, and I didn’t even care if the guards down the hall heard her scream. If they dared to come in here and caught us, I’d slaughter them all then fuck her on this desk with their bloody corpses scattered around us.
She came undone at my touch, and when I felt the last of the waves flooding her body, I licked her softly one last time then rose above her.
She lay back on the desk, skin flushed and exposed, her eyes hooded and heavy with satiated desire. She looked up at me like I was salvation and destruction all at once.
But I wasn’t done with her yet. She’d begged me to wreck her, and wreck her I would. I would fuck her so hard that not even obliteration could erase me from her mind.
She reached out, her fingers tracing the skin above my waistband, her teeth catching her lip as she spread her legs wider, inviting me in.
“Do you want this?” I asked, my voice barely recognizable, rough with need. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“I want this,” she replied without hesitation, her fingers trailing just beneath the waist of my pants. “I want you. All of you.”
“Are you certain?” I asked one final time, poised at the threshold of something I knew would change me forever.
Her answer was to undo my pants, pulling my cock into her hand, her eyes never leaving mine. “I’ve never been more certain of anything. Show me,” she whispered, her voice raspy with need as her hand slid down my shaft. “Show me true passion. Show me what it feels like to be taken completely. Show me what eight hundred years of wanting looks like.”
A sound tore from my throat—half growl, half plea.
I couldn’t deny her. Couldn’t deny myself. Not anymore.
“You want to be ruined?” I rasped, palming her thighs as I stepped between them. “Thenlook at me while I do it.”
Her gaze locked to mine, unwavering. Bold. Brave. That damn fire in her eyes, the one that had lit something dead in me from the beginning, burned hotter than ever.
“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispered.
“Maybe you should be,” I growled.
With control long abandoned, I leaned down, caging her between my arms as I claimed her mouth again. Her legs parted for me, welcoming, inviting. I knew we should slow down, should take our time, but the hunger between us was too fierce, too urgent to contain.
And then I took her.
Raw. Hard. Desperate.
We both shattered.
There was no control left. No composure. Just teeth and hands and the low, filthy sounds of skin against skin and the way she said my name like a prayer she’d finally stopped whispering and started screaming.
