Page 51 of The Reaper

“Right there,” he moaned. “Oh yes, Archer. Right there!”

His head rolled back and his pupils disappeared, only the whites of his eyes visible. Whatever was happening to him came on so fast that at first I was concerned I was killing him, but the moans of pleasure convinced me otherwise.

The more he moaned and begged me to keep hitting that sweet spot, the hotter it got. My pace quickened while I studied an animalistic look I’d never seen. He was obviously seeing red while giving a green light, so who was I to deny him?

“I’m gonna shoot,” I hissed. “Fuck!”

“Not yet! Not yet!”

His cock was rubbing against my stomach as he lifted his hips toward me, holding on for dear life. He planned to fuck his own load out and he was gonna use my cock buried in his ass to get there. My idea was the same as his. The more he moaned and ground against me, the more my aggression increased to match.

“Yes!” he yelled. “Oh god! Oh god!” He bucked hard under me until his body stiffened, blasting his release between us. His head fell back and he panted like a dog.

I had my cock sheathed deep when his body clamped around me, snatching my soul through my balls and into him. I didn’t recognize the growl that vibrated through my chest.

I collapsed onto him and we stayed like that for what seemed like forever.

We went for a second round, and then a third, only resting to replace the condom. My balls were dry after the fourth round, and after hours of fucking, I was spent, and if Heath’s sexed-out eyes and extremities spread out on the floor was an indication, it appeared he was too. I reached for a pillow and lifted Heath’s head onto it.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

I lay on my side, nestling my face on my bent arms. “Your skin is so smooth.” I dragged the back of my hands up and down over his abdomen.

He chuckled, but he didn’t look at me. His attention was directed outside, where the sun was setting behind the stand of pine trees surrounding us.

I reached for his messy hair, combing it to the side where his natural part was, allowing myself to be tender for once. What did I have to lose? This would be over soon.

“After today, I won’t bother you anymore,” I said. A sense of dread hit my core. This must be how it felt when people quit their addictions cold turkey. “I’ll drop you off and I’ll be out of your life forever.”

Heath shifted and mirrored my position, facing me. His brows furrowed, confusion in his eyes. He didn’t think we would keep this up forever, did he? “What do you mean?”

“I’m bored. Time to move on,” I lied.

He shook his head. “I’m not buying that. Whatever happened to say what you mean and mean what you say?” The asshole was using my words against me. “Tell me the truth and I promise to keep it with me.”

I studied him, debating whether I should.

“Just like confessing your sins,” he added.

I shook my head before rising to my feet. I reached for my jeans, pulling them on before heading outside. I could not get him involved.

Everyone you touch turns up dead, the voice in my head said.

“I’m sparing you,” I murmured to the wilderness.

Hours passed. He must’ve known I needed the space. The moon and stars reflecting off the pond kept me company. I banged my head with my fists, frustration building inside me. I wanted my edge back; being with Heath had disarmed me. He was a fucking priest, for fuck’s sake. There was no way this would end well, even in the best of circumstances.

Shuffling came from behind me, followed by footsteps and the smell that was forever etched in my mind.

“You must be cold.” Heath wrapped a warm blanket around my freezing body. He sat next to me, his hands resting on his knees. “How did you get this?” he asked, caressing the scar above my eye.

I’d never told anyone. I wanted to tell him, but doing so would reveal a part of me that was long gone.

“Tell me,” he urged.

Twenty-Five: The Priest

“Ican tell you, but I’d have to kill you,” he said, not looking at me.

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