Page 8 of Mercy for Reaper

“Reaper,” she whimpers, her voice needy, and that’s all the green light I need to dip down and seal our lips together. She moans into the kiss, her hips rocking against me as she leans closer.

Heaven above, there is nothing softer or sweeter than her lip. I can taste her innocence in the way she kisses me back. The shyness and awkwardness should not turn me on, but goddamn it, everything about this girl threatens to send me right over the edge. The way her tongue meets mine curiously has a possessive growl building up in my throat.

I slide my right hand up her neck and bury my fingers in her hair, grabbing a fistful before plunging my tongue into her mouth and engaging in the most erotic dance I have ever experienced.

No, everything feels new with Holly, and all I can think as I kiss her is how I want to be the last person she ever shares herself with like this.

Mine.

Holly is mine, damnit.

Her sexy little body, eager lips, and soulful green eyes that threaten to suck me in every time I look into them belong to me. I will kill anyone that dares try to take her from me.

I want to hear her soft voice call out my name, and her gentle hands . . . I need them to pleasure only me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, angel,” I say raggedly when we break the kiss. Her lips are swollen and her eyes glazed with lust as she stares down at me. Her eyes briefly stray toward my bicep, but I tighten the grip on her hair and force her attention back on me. “I’ll be careful,” I promise again, answering her unspoken protest.

“But—”

“Need this more,” I rasp, brushing my lips softly over hers before kissing a trail back down her jaw. Her tits fall and rise quickly as I nip her earlobe before soothing the sting with my tongue. She whimpers when I lick the smooth column of her throat. Her head tilts back as I start the slow descent down her body, trailing my lips on her neck, my mouth watering at the thought of finally kissing the little globes pushing hard against her top, her puckered nipples practically begging for my tongue. “Let me take care of you, angel. I bet you didn’t get enough rest last night, looking after me.”

She moans. “It’s my job as a nurse—”

“We both know that’s not true,” I interrupt, releasing my hold on her hair and bringing the hand to her shoulder to tug down the thin strap of her top. My hard dick throbs when I tug the top down to reveal her perfect tits, pink nipples swollen and calling out for me to taste. “You broke the rules for me.”

“I . . . Oh!” She cries out when I brush my thumb over her left nipple before moving to the other. She rocks her hips, pushing closer and rubbing her barely covered pussy over my cock. A growl climbs my throat as she rocks against me, her movements wild and needy.

“You could have gotten in so much trouble,” I tease, watching her reaction as I lean down and swipe my tongue over her left nipple, pinching the other between my knuckles. “Let me take care of you now.”

Her eyes swing down to mine just as I close my lips around a rosy bud, losing myself in her taste in a matter of seconds. Fucking hell, every time I think I cannot possibly desire her more than I already do, she proves me wrong.

“Reaper. Oh, God,” she moans as I roll my tongue around the swollen bud before moving to the other. “W-what are you doing to me?”

“Taking care of you,” I say roughly, nuzzling the spot between her breasts, soaking up her intoxicating scent. “I need to taste the rest of you, angel.”

“W-what?” she asks shakily, pushing back for me to see the horrified look on her face. Her wide-eyed expression to my suggestion only strengthens my suspicion that Holly is a virgin, but I can’t be sure. She could just be shy, but none of that matters. If she’s had any lovers before, I am determined to erase their memory. If not, then I am going to make sure mine is the only touch she ever craves.

“Trust me, angel,” I whisper, stroking my hand up her naked thigh, and her breath catches in her throat when I tug the strings of her shorts. My eyes stay locked on hers as I slide my hand into her shorts and dip my fingers between her legs. A low groan slips from my lips when I find her drenched folds soaked with her arousal, and when I drag my fingertip through the valley of her sex, she cries out, her eyes blowing wide and her body trembling against mine. “Trust me to make you feel good.”

“O-okay,” she whimpers, spreading her legs wider and chasing my hand, but her shorts restrict the movement.

“Take them off,” I instruct, and she does so dazedly, revealing her pussy as she settles over me once more. Fuck, she is perfect. My eyes zero in on her drenched folds, and I am panting as my fingers find their way back between her legs, rubbing circles over her feminine lips to part her slit.

After a few strokes, I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my lips, my eyes on hers as I taste her arousal on my skin. Her sweet and salty flavor explodes in my mouth, and I groan deeply at her intoxicating taste. I want more. I need more. Her tits rise and fall as she watches me, and her eyes grow dazed and her breathing labored.

Her mouth opens and closes as she stares at me, and my cock pulses again at the hunger I see in her gaze.

“Under normal circumstances, I would throw you onto the bed and bury my face between your legs, lap up your hot pussy, and let you coat my beard with your orgasm,” I tell her, leaning forward and kissing her neck. “But my nurse would advise me against straining so much. She’s a feisty little thing, you see.”

“Reaper, I—”

“But you can help me bring you pleasure,” I whisper, grabbing her thighs and guiding her to move up my body as I lie back on the bed until she’s straddling my head, her hands braced on the headboard in front of her. She gasps when I grab her ass and pull her down to my mouth. “Fuck me, you’re perfect. Every last inch of you.”

She jerks against me when I kiss her inner thigh, closing my eyes as I breathe in her sweet, peachy scent. “Reaper . . . I don’t know what to . . . I’ve never . . .”

A virgin.

I was right after all, and the confirmation that no man has touched or had the pleasure to taste this perfect pussy only makes my need for her grow to immeasurable heights. My cock jerks beneath the bedsheet in anticipation, sending beads of precum sliding down my straining shaft.

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