Page 87 of Their Lethal Pet

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But he doesn’t release me.

It’s maddening. I can’t… It’s too sensitive. It’s…

I gasp, my orgasm seeming to tumble into a second as Reaper masterfully plays my body.

All with one hand.

Two fingers.

His thumb.

Fae…

His name leaves me on another scream, my back arching as I lose myself to this dark oblivion. I’m panting. I’m shaking. I’mcrying.

But I don’t want it to stop.

I want to live in this blissful state for eternity. It’s overwhelming in the best way. And it’s so much better than beingalone.

Reaper’s caress is deeper. His fingers are more skilled. And the pressure he applies to my sensitive bud iseverything.

“One more, pet,” he says, his teeth dragging across my earlobe. “I need you to give me one more.”

I don’t know what he means.

I’m still coming.

I haven’t stopped.

Or maybe I have and I just can’t feel any semblance of sanity anymore.

Whatever it is, I’m lost to it.

My nails dig into his wrist as my hips press back into his. A shudder works through me.He’s so hard. So big. And right there.

I’m tempted to reach out and touch him, to feel the cock I saw yesterday in that shower.

But Reaper does something to my clit that has me seeing stars.

Did he just pinch me?I marvel.

It hurt for a split second before rapturous energy stole my breath.

And now… now I’m flying.

All while Reaper murmurs praise in my ear.

“That’s it, beautiful.”

“You’re doing so well.”

“Keep riding my hand.”

“Just like that, pet.”

“Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“I’m keeping you forever.”

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