Page 66 of Lawless
I enjoyed what he was doing most of all, but words and sentences escaped me. From head to toe, I was nothing but a body filled with the most basic, primal need.
"Getting eager, are we?" Reaper smirked as my hips lifted off the mattress, one leg clinging to his side with my foot pressing into his calf.
"I didn't think you brought me to bed just so we could get to third base." I released his shaft and cupped his balls, tugging slightly as I watched his face.
"Fuck," he hissed and went rigid, pulling away for a moment to stare at the blank wall.
"Enjoying yourself, I take it?" I teased, raking my nails lightly down his thighs. "Maybe a little too much?"
He barked out a laugh, holding my jaw as he brushed his thumb across my lip.
"I should've known an educated woman came with a smart mouth," his lips hovered above mine. "I broke a personal commandment bringing you into my club, now I'm bringing you into my bed. What have you done to me, Mariposa?"
Rhetorical question or not, I had no chance to answer. He lowered himself down, aligned his silky, round head to my sex and pressed forward.
I cried out, more from surprise than pain, my moan quickly swallowed by a deep kiss as Reaper began moving.
Holy...fuck, was all I could think as he entered and left me. That upward curve hit all the right spots and then some. I held onto his wide, muscular back like I might come apart at any moment.
"Fuck," he groaned again, pausing his thrusts while fully sheathed inside me. His breaths came in ragged pants as he kissed and nipped every part of me that his mouth could reach.
"Something wrong?" I asked, my own pants matching his.
"No, sugar. Not at all." He tenderly brushed a piece of hair off my face. "I just want to feel you for a minute."
His cock pulsed inside me, filling up the aching emptiness that never felt so torturous until I met him and his men.Wait...probably shouldn't be thinking about the other guys right now. Just focus on him. It's not like he isn't hot enough.
I spent the pause in his movement doing just the same—feeling him. I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair that started growing longer. My fingertips traveled over his neck, his shoulders and biceps, pausing on the pale scars that dotted his olive skin. I traced the veins in his forearms, taking them in like winding blue rivers. When I moved to his chest, outlining the grinning, horned skull, he brought another kiss down on me. His hips rolled, abs flexing as he moved that dick inside me again.
I held onto him tighter, digging my nails into his back as my hips lifted. My clit tingled with increasing intensity as I matched him thrust for thrust.
"Don't stop this time," I whispered desperately in his ear.
The growling moan he answered with was the hottest sound I ever heard any man make.
He crashed into me faster, pressing me down into the bed with the impact of each thrust. My own moans became desperate whimpers as my orgasm peaked higher and higher, nearing its tipping point but always just out of reach.
"Mariposa," Reaper groaned into my neck, his fists tightening into my hair.
His cock swelled inside me just as my release convulsed around him. Hearing him moan my name was like the key that unlocked my pleasure. His warmth spilled inside me, shivers wracking his whole body as my pussy milked him.
We stayed locked together until we both came down from our highs. With post-orgasm clarity, I half expected him to roll over and fall asleep. Worst case, he'd shoo me off to my own room.
Instead he pulled me with him as he rolled onto his back, holding me against his chest with his arms around my waist. After a few moments, I heard his deep breathing with his lips on my hair.
Twenty-Three
REAPER
Mariposa rolled away from me at some point while we slept. I also woke up to find Hades sleeping at the foot of the bed, but that wasn't entirely unexpected. He never left my side while in perfect health. His instincts didn't change even while drugged up and injured.
I rolled to my side, scooting closer to Mariposa's back. Not caring if I woke her, I nestled my palm into her waist and dragged my lips against the nape of her neck.
I loved how her curves fit against me, how responsive and sensitive she was. My cock twitched from where it pressed against her ass. If Hades wasn't in bed with us like a stage-5 clinger, I wouldn't have hesitated to go another round with her.
"Hmm."
Mariposa moaned sweetly as she stretched, her toes and fingers curling as she rolled over to face me.
