Page 42 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
I wrapped my legs tight around his waist and I dug my nails into his back. I knew I was drawing blood, but he didn’t seem to care. In fact, I think it spurred him on.
He thrust two fingers inside me, the touch so unexpected I cried out.
“Let me take you away from all this,” he moaned against my mouth. “I could put your mind in a little box and keep you all to myself.”
“You won’t do that,” I said gripping his back tighter, causing him to flinch.
He chuckled mockingly. “You’d trust me that much?”
“Yes.”
A savage growl left his mouth as his hands went to his trousers, hurriedly working them open and letting his cock spring free.
Holy fuck.
He was huge.
A cocky grin spread across his mouth as I watched him pump himself, taking in the sight of him. There was a ladder of piercings along the underside and a pair of piercings crossed through the head. My core tightened at the sight of it. Gods, he was going to put that inside me. Who knew he’d been hidingthatbehind his fancy suit.
He pushed my legs wider, so he had complete access to my pussy. I gasped as he pressed the hard head of his cock against my entrance.
“Brace yourself, kitten.”
Then he thrust deep inside me.
Fuck!
He was so big, and those piercings… shit. It was obscene how huge he felt inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
“Or maybe you’re just so huge.” I gasped loudly as he started to move, those fucking piercings hitting all the right spots inside me. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me still while he pounded forcefully into me. He used me. He didn’t make love to me. He took what he wanted and I fucking loved it.
“Fuck,” he said with a sharp inhale. He wrapped a hand in my hair and yanked my head back to expose my throat. His teeth sank into the spot where my neck met my shoulder and I cried out at the sting. His power intensified. Darkness swirled around the edges of my vision and a dizziness hit me as he started to move faster. I felt wild, out of control. My own death magic surged under my skin and reached for him, whipping into a frenzy as we moved together.
Black shadows exploded from me as I struggled to contain my magic. The room seemed to grow colder and darker as we stormed towards our climax. My hands moved up to his shoulders, gripping onto him with as if he were my life raft, I could feel the blood pooling beneath my fingers as I clung to him.
The room faded to black, filled with his nightmares and my death magic. I could only focus on Atticus. The one bright light in the room. The only thing grounding me as he pounded into me harder and deeper until I was right there. Ready to explode.
Atticus released a feral growl, and that was all I needed to throw me headfirst into ecstasy. He fucked me through my climax, pushing my orgasm beyond bliss into pure goddamn euphoria. My body was filled with pain and pleasure, blackness dancing at the edges of my vision.
“Come for me again.” Atticus’ voice was a hard command and fuck, my body listened.
It hit me like a fucking tsunami. Raw and painful and so goddamn beautiful.
A connection snapped into place between us, flooding through me with the power of lightning bolt. I screamed out his name as he somehow managed to fuck me so hard, the sofa frame broke beneath us. But that didn’t stop him.
“Fuck!” I screamed.
He gripped my chin. “Look at me. Watch me as I fill this pussy with my cum.”
I whimpered in exhilaration. Barely clinging on, but I wanted to watch. Ineededto see it.
Raw power surrounded us, swirling into a cacophony until Atticus roared with his release. He fucked me with a pace that should have destroyed me. His cock pulsed as he filled me with his release.
Then I felt it.
The moment his heart stopped, and his soul became mine.
