Page 41 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
I leant forward, closing the distance between us, and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back, but there was a restraint to it that I wasn’t expecting. Did he think I would break?
“Atticus,” I moaned. “I’m not fragile.” I nipped at his bottom lip when he tried to pull away, tightening my teeth until he hissed a breath. A spot of blood pooled on his lip and I swiped it away with my tongue. A burst of darkness trailed along my tastebuds, it fizzled and popped, and I hummed at the taste of him.
The world tipped as Atticus rolled me, trapping me beneath his large frame. He was so much bigger than me that I wasn’t escaping without a fight, not that I wanted to, but there was something hot about being caught by him.
His mouth met mine and there was no holding back from him this time. He forced his tongue deep into my mouth and my eyes widened as I realised his tongue was forked like a snake. Fuck, that was hot.
I tightened my fingers in his hair, holding on whilst he ravaged my mouth. His power started to curl around me, dark waves of energy that tingled against my skin and had my body desperate with need. I arched up against him, trying to get as much friction as I could, but it wasn’t enough.
“Please,” I begged.
There was a sharp sting as he bit the side of my neck. “All in good time, kitten.” His eyes met mine. They were completely black, the swirling colours disappearing in the wake of his desire. “I’ve waited centuries for you. I’m going to take my fucking time.”
I whimpered, my body aching and desperate. Every touch he made set me on fire. Atticus trailed kisses down my throat, along my collar bone and then he ripped my shirt straight down the middle, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. The scrap of black lace that I was wearing was no defence against his hunger. He ripped through my bra and, before I could complain, his tongue was wrapping around my nipple and pulling it into a taut peak.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled as he tossed his shirt away, exposing more of his delicious skin. His mouth went back to exploring my torso, kissing and licking until my mind was a mess. I could come just from his mouth alone.
His fingers opened the button on my trousers, and he sat back to slide them down my legs. He threw them behind him, eager to get back to exploring my body.
His power grew, sparking against my skin and sending delicious little jolts of electricity through me. I could feel it tugging at my own magic, demanding it break free and join his. I let go of my own restraint and everything intensified. I was on the very edge of ecstasy, needy and desperate. If I didn’t have Atticus buried within me, I was going melt into a puddle of need. I’d never be whole again. He’d awoken something within me that could only ever be satisfied by him.
A whine left my throat as I unashamedly rocked against him. “Please, Atticus. I need you.”
“Fuck,” he rasped. “I don’t think I can be gentle.”
I gripped his jaw in my hands, my claws digging into his skin. “I don’t want gentle. Fuck me. Claim me. Make me—”
He surged forward, capturing my mouth with his own and his hands turned feral. They ripped at my underwear, tearing them from me and tossing them away. He pulled back and stared at me with such reverence that I melted a little bit more.
The cool air hit my skin and I shuddered.
“Are you ready for me, kitten?” he asked as his fingers trailed up the inside of my thighs. Gods, this was fucking torture. I burned for him.
“I’m ready,” I said as I held his dark gaze, the world fading to a blur around us.
The grin on his face as he finally touched me where I need it the most, was fucking feral. There was a possessiveness in his gaze that had me preening beneath him. As I stared deep into his eyes, I could sense how powerful he really was, how dangerous and old. His eyes had seen the world change and now they were staring at me like I was the highlight of his existence.
His fingers moved achingly slowly over me, keeping me teetering on the edge but never letting me fall off it.
“I don’t mean for this. I mean for what being with me will mean,” he purred, his thumb circling my clit.
“What?” I managed to gasp out.
“That if you let me between your legs, I’m going to fucking brand you. I’ll own you and I’ll mark you as mine, completely.”
Holy fucking hell.
That. I wanted that.
A deadly expression spread across his beautiful features. “Ready to fuck a nightmare, kitten?”
Yes. A thousand times yes.
“I want you,” I said simply.
His dark eyes flashed, and a wide deadly grin curled his mouth before he slammed it back against mine. It was desperate, a toxic kiss that would have me wanting him forever.
My magic surged beneath his touch, my Reaper form showing beneath my skin where it collided with Atticus’ power.
