Page 13 of Mercy for Reaper

“No one in their right fucking mind would think to run away from you, angel,” he says, running his fingers over my thighs, and a shudder courses through me as he caresses my skin. I suck in a breath when he nudges my thighs apart, running his middle finger over my wet folds. He groans through his teeth when he finds me soaked, practically vibrating for him. “Good thing I found you before anyone else could,” he growls roughly, teasing my sex with his finger and sending a rush of wet heat rocking my core. “I don’t want anything between us when I claim you, Holly. Going to fuck you and get you pregnant if you’re not on the pill.”

“No pill,” I whimper when his finger grazes my swollen clit.

“Good,” he says, lowering his face to kiss my neck and breasts before starting the slow descent down my body. I’m practically shaking on the bed when he finally buries his face between my thighs, inhaling deeply before sweeping his tongue over my folds. I cry out, hips bucking against him, but Reaper gives me no time to recover as his tongue laps at my arousal, sending pleasure springing from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.

It's . . . wild.

His tongue and the rough noises he makes at the back of his throat as he kisses my most intimate parts are wild. The way he seals his lips over my swollen bud, kissing and sucking it, makes me do things I never imagined my body could do, and I am a freaking nurse. Knowing about bodies is my job, and yet, this is not something they taught in nursing school.

Until now, I never learned how weak my knees would grow when my clitoris was sucked or how many of my brain cells would melt when the sensitive bundle of nerves was teased endlessly by a perfect tongue. No, there was nothing on any syllabus about how loud I would scream or how hard my fingers would grip the bedsheets when a stiffened tongue flicked quickly over my clitoris.

“Fuck,” I sob as he drives me to the edge, and when Reaper pushes a finger slowly into my opening, my back arches at the sensation. He starts working his finger in and out of me slowly as his tongue moves fast over my clit, drawing a wretched sob from my throat.

Pleasure shoots through my body when his mouth again closes tight around the sensitive bud, making stars burst behind my eyes lids. He tugs gently at the bud before adding pressure, causing my body to jerk on the bed. My muscles seize, and a scream builds up in my throat a second before I come apart.

Reaper laps at my sex as an intense, delicious tug sweeps down my spine, and I feel it in every inch of my body. I was under the illusion that what happened before was the highest possible peak of pleasure, but Reaper has just proven to me that he can drive me further up the cliff and bring me to a height unlike anything I could have imagined before pushing me over the edge.

My mind is sluggish, and I struggle to regain focus as he pushes away from me and climbs off the bed. He strips off his jeans, and soon, his deliciously muscled, naked body is on top of mine, making me feel warm and protected.

Definitely not alone.

I want to wrap my arms around him and keep him right here for all eternity, but I can only muster enough strength to grab his shoulders, and when his mouth comes down on mine, all I can think is . . . finally.

All those years of waiting have led to this moment, and even if it’s nothing close to how I imagined my first time, it’s everything I need and so much more.

Chapter Six

Reaper

Perfect.

Holly is perfect for me. In my eyes, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. From the freckles dusting the bridge of her nose to her big green eyes and her lips made for kissing. Every last inch of her body is perfect, but she’s perfect on the inside too.

In all of my thirty-five years, I have never had anyone take care of me. Never had anyone treat me as anything more than a killing machine, but Holly is different. My little gift from the heavens has only shown me kindness and compassion in the days I have been with her.

If I wasn’t already attracted to her sexy body and her brightness, her pure soul would have pulled me in. From the first moment I woke to her tender care, I wanted her.

That desire has only grown in the time I’ve spent with her.

I don’t just want her for the night or week. No, I need this girl with me for life. I want her to look at me with undiluted need. Her soft voice and touch . . . I want to keep them all to myself. She is my reward from the universe for dealing me such a shitty hand at life.

“Mine,” I rasp, breaking the kiss to look down at her swollen lips and moss green eyes flushed with need. “You’re mine, angel.”

“Yours,” she whispers dazedly, sweeping her fingers to my nape and pulling my mouth down on hers. She whimpers into the kiss as our tongues drag together slowly in the most erotic of moves. The friction of our lips against each other feels both sinfully forbidden and . . . completely natural.

A man as bad as I am does not deserve this sweet innocent angel. I should not corrupt her with my dirty hands, and yet, I can’t keep them off her.

She trembles when I dip my finger between her legs, teasing her clit again, but does she have any clue that the hand giving her pleasure has pulled so many triggers and sent men to hell. The calloused hand that caresses every inch of her skin is just as skilled with a knife. The man she is writhing under has committed so many wrongs without a second thought.

I savor the taste of her lips if only to wipe away the dark memories that threaten to pull me under. My perfect angel anchoring me with the little noises she makes at the back of her throat.

Fucking hell, I need to be inside her right now. Her wet pussy pulsing rhythmically around my thick digit is enough to almost have me coming, but I refuse to shoot anywhere but inside her.

“Need you,” I growl, withdrawing my finger and guiding the thick head of my shaft to her opening. I plant my good arm above her shoulder and stare down at her pretty face as I slowly drive an inch into her.

“Oh, yes,” she says, reaching up to grab my shoulder, but I notice her hesitate to touch the arm that was shot before finally deciding to drop her hand and grip the bed sheets. Fucking hell, it’s such a small move, but one of such immense consideration that it does me in. I don’t think I can fall any harder for this girl. With a rough growl, I wrap my arm around her thigh and drive my cock into her in one move. She cries out, gripping my arm as I impale her against the bed.

Fuuuck!

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