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Oh.
That was what he meant when he said he was hungry.
He pulled my hips forward with a grunt, making me lean back on my elbows and bringing my pussy right up to his face. Which seemed to be just where he wanted it.
He kissed me there with just as much need and passion as he kissed my mouth. My head fell back wantonly with a moan and he answered with a, "hmmm," of his own against my tender flesh. The vibration of his voice on my skin ignited every nerve in my body. I found myself raising my hips, pressing myself harder against his mouth in a silent plea for more.
Reaper's lips pulled back into a smile as a throaty chuckle escaped him. His eyes, hooded with desire, lifted to meet mine.
"Enjoying yourself?" He slid a hand down my thigh to press achingly slow circles around my clit.
"I can think of worse ways to spend my time," I panted, matching his cocky grin. God forbid this man's ego get any bigger. We'd all be crushed under the weight of it if that happened.
"I see," he mused with mock thoughtfulness as his hand moved lower, stroking through my wet folds until he found my entrance.
His eyes remained locked on mine as he pressed a finger inside me, then another. It was the most intense game of don't-blink-first as his fingers curled up to stroke my channel. He held me captive with that green gaze as he toyed with me, alternating between hard and fast, slow and gentle.
I was biting into my lip so hard, I was seconds away from tasting blood. When my lids fluttered closed and my head fell back again, I knew I'd lost. His soft laugh against my skin was cocky with his victory.
He pressed another kiss to my thigh right before dragging his lips to the small bundle of nerves that had been begging for attention since he first walked in. The moment his mouth sealed over my clit, I knew I was done for. He rendered me powerless with just his mouth and hands and it felt wholly unfair.
Rolling my hips shamelessly against his face, I raked my nails through the dark hair of his scalp, wishing I could touch more of him. Maybe then I'd have a shot at having him at my mercy for a change.
Reaper was a fair man, but I never pegged him as especially generous. So why he was pleasing me so selflessly, I couldn't be sure. Would he want something in return later?
My tongue wet my lips at the thought of taking his long, hard length into my mouth. I could see the shape of it now, practically punching a hole in his jeans. All men loved blowjobs, but could I reduce the almighty Reaper to a quivering mess like he was doing to me right now? Would he ever allow such a thing?
His skilled suction of my clit and rhythmic stroking of his fingers in and out of me took me right to the edge, but it was the thought of him at the mercy of my mouth that pushed me over.
Stars danced in my vision as my body convulsed with release. He let out another pleased hum against my clit as my pussy closed around his fingers. He pulled his hand out of me with a wet sucking sound and licked both his fingers.
"Delicious," he purred, standing to his full height.
I stared up at him, spread-eagle and exposed on the counter as I fought to catch my breath.
"I take it you want the favor returned?" My eyes fell to the bulge in his pants, my mouth already watering for it.
"Later," he said, kneeling to help me back into my pants. "I'm already late for church."
"Oh, right. You said that." I swore my orgasms before this never made me sound so dumb. All the blood rushing to my clit must have deprived my brain of oxygen.
I hopped down from the counter and smoothed my hands down my clothes, like I was going to fool anyone that Reaper and I had just been telling knock-knock jokes.
He grabbed my shirt in his fist and pulled me in for another kiss, with his lips and tongue still coated in my arousal and just as possessive as ever.
"I just had to taste you," he murmured with a light flick of his tongue against my lips before he pulled away. "You seriously better be waiting in my bed tonight. Or there'll be no more coming for you, sugar."
He grinned at my resulting frown, then playfully tapped me on the nose before turning to leave the kitchen.
"Hades!" he called, followed by a high-pitched whistle. Not a second later, I heard the trotting of four feet alongside his master.
Reaper left me so hot and bothered, I realized I completely forgot to ask about the man they'd been interrogating.
And possibly torturing.
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GUNNER
