Page 59 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
“I know,” I replied, blinking away tears. “But at what cost?”
“Roux—”
“You died.” I glared down at him, all the anger and hurt bubbling out of the bottle I’d shoved it in. “You got shot and there was nothing I could do.”
“It’s okay, I—”
“It’s not okay! I can’t lose you, not when I’ve just found you.” Emotions tumbled through me like a whirlwind. I was angry and sad and hurt, and I couldn’t quite get a grip on anything.
“Well, from what Thane said, it’s unlikely I’ll die again so I guess you’re stuck with me,” he said with a soft chuckle.
The sob I’d been holding back wrenched itself from my throat and Atticus wrapped me in his arms, peppering the top of my head with kisses. He tilted my chin back and captured my mouth with his in a savage kiss. I could taste all his anger and desperation, his fear and need, as he thrust his tongue deep into the heat of my mouth.
His hands slid down over my hips and round my ass. “Take your clothes off,” he said, his voice low and gruff. “Now.”
I peeled my black tank off and wriggled out my leather pants leaving my clad in my sports bra and thong.
“All of it, Roux. Take it all off.”
I took my underwear off and stood there naked, feeling the heat of his gaze as it roamed over my skin. My nipples pebbled in the cool air, my back arching under his perusal and when his gaze hit the apex of my thighs, it took every ounce of restraint not to touch myself. “Your turn. I want to see you, too.”
He unzipped his trousers and shimmied them down his legs. His dick was standing proud, those fucking piercings catching in the low light and making me shiver in anticipation.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, I trailed my fingers down my breasts, pinching my nipples and rolling the hard nubs between my fingertips.
“Fuck,” Atticus gasped, almost sounding in pain.
I trailed my fingers lower, over my abdomen, over my pubic bone and then slid them through the wetness that was pooling between my folds.
“Oh, Gods,” he moaned. “Come here. Ride me. I need to sink into that wet pussy right fucking now.”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me forwards. I had to catch myself on his shoulders he’d pulled me towards him that eagerly. I straddled his thighs and rocked against his cock, his piercings rubbing deliciously against my clit and sending little jolts of pleasure deep into my core. He laved my nipples before drawing one into the heat of his mouth, sucking on it and making my core throb with need.
I threw my head back, arching my spine and fisted my hands in his hair. My hips rocked backwards and forwards, seeking enough friction to throw me over the edge. Mewls and moans escaped my lips as Atticus drove me closer to that edge.
“Atticus, please,” I begged, desperate and needy.
“Lift up.” He raised my hips and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. He held me there, on the precipice, keeping me from sinking down on his length. “Wait.” He sucked on my neck before pulling me down and slamming into me with one swift and deep thrust.
I cried out, deep and guttural, but then his hand was around my throat, squeezing tight and holding me in place so he could kiss me while he fucked me.
We moved slowly, his strokes deep and slow. His piercings dragged over the walls of my pussy and every stroke had my body quivering. I whispered into his mouth, begging for more until he finally snapped with a growl.
He flipped me, rolling him beneath me and hooking my knee over his shoulder.
Holy shitballs. That angle had my body spiralling out of control, hurtling towards the precipice in a frenzy of breath-stealing sensations. We crashed over it together, our souls touching for a moment before being dragged under the waves of our release.
We collapsed onto the bed together, curling up and just enjoying the moment where we could just be. I’d nearly lost him and if it hadn’t been for Thane, I would have.
I don’t know how long we lay there, limbs entwined, but I knew we needed to leave the haven of this room. We needed answers, and only Thane was capable of giving us those. He might not want to answer them, but I was bloody well gonna make him.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Thane
WhathadIdone?
I’d bound a soul to mine, that’s what I’d done. It was stupid and impulsive andfuck!I pulled at the strands of my hair, the pain across my scalp grounding me.
