Page 30 of Romancing the Reaper

Kieran’s putting too much food on my plate. There are too many options.

If I were smart, I would tell him that it’s much better to just start with something small. I should have him pick out some fruit or some oatmeal without anything in it. Maybe a combination of the two so that I can trick my body into thinking that there’s enough in there to hold me over. But that’s just me sticking to the same habits that I had before. It’s just repeating the same behaviors going forward.

Despite all the rest of the nonsense between us and all of the questions that are unanswered, if what he’s saying really might help… then maybe I want to try. Even if the prospect terrifies me. Even if healing will mean an upheaval of my whole life.

Though, considering that I’m a kidnapped woman, I suppose that’s just about the same as what’s happening anyway.

A second breakfast for the day. It’s a do over and I need to at least try.

Of the various options that he’s placed in front of me, I choose the middle plate with a croissant and butter, as well as a bit of melon. I have to hope that I can tolerate it. Something bready will at least be neutral in my stomach after I’ve heaved so much. Right?

I stare at the plate and pull it closer to me. I pull the croissant apart and hold the pieces in my hands but I don’t even dare try to put butter on it.

I’m so focused on the plate in front of me that I don’t see Kieran move closer to me.

When he pulls on my shirt I nearly jump out of my skin.

My whole body jerks to the side as I stare at him. But he doesn’t stop there. He wants more than just my attention.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he starts to pull up my shirt. I don’t fight him on it, I wouldn’t want to. But, as the cold air of the kitchen kisses my bare skin underneath the borrowed shirt, I can’t help but to wonder what he’s playing at. What game is this?

“Arms up, princess.” Kieran says flatly, not leaving any room for argument.

I lift my arms and he pulls the shirt off of me, casting it aside and leaving me naked all over again. The sudden exposure makes my heart race. I automatically start to wrap my arms around my body and hide myself away.

It’s not modesty, not exactly. It’s more vulnerability that’s making me attempt to hide myself.

He’s already seen everything. The thrill of his eyes on me, the desire that he can’t hide no matter how hard he tries, I can’t deny how appealing that is. Excitement pebbles my nipples and I force myself to lower my hands and sit up straight.

“Go on, if you can eat that whole plate I will keep going. If you stop, I stop, but don’t think about that too much, focus instead on what I’m doing to you.”

Kieran’s knuckles trace the line of my spine, moving slowly to the curve of my ass and cupping the skin there. He squeezes softly, and then stops. He nods very pointedly to the plate that I’ve chosen.

It’s difficult, but I take a small bite. I close my eyes, letting my body move on autopilot as he starts to gently massage my skin. He moves to stand behind me, sliding his hands over my hips and around my slim thighs.

He pauses and I take another small bite. The reward is instant, Kieran’s lips on the back of my neck, brushing my hair over my shoulder as he starts to trace a line of heated kisses down my back, pausing at my ass, and nipping at the skin there.

I glance at him, on his knees behind me, those perfect green eyes locked onto me - waiting. I shove another bite into my mouth with my hand. Kieran nudges my legs apart, giving him better access as he spreads me with his hands, his mouth dipping and his tongue finding my pussy - food is forgotten entirely as his tongue delves inside of me, lapping me up slowly with curls of his tongue, and then down to my clit, flicking the surface and rolling his tongue around it.

And stops. I grab another bite and stuff it into my mouth, swallowing loudly, and I am instantly rewarded with his tongue back inside of me. Two fingers start to spread and then slip into my pussy, teasing. I take another bite, the plate already half done as I bend forward, pushing my ass out toward him to give him better access, but that’s enough. I lift a knee and have it rest on the kitchen island so that everything is exposed and his tongue can reach me more freely. I keep eating, knowing that he will stop the moment that I do, he’s proven that already.

A third finger stretches me as he sucks on my clit, teeth barely brushing against the surface, seeing what makes me shudder and which movements make me stop breathing entirely. My mind empties. No stress. No worries. Nothing but the feeling of his tongue between my legs, consuming me like I’m his favorite meal. I move almost robotically, pushing food into my mouth without tasting it at all so that I can keep arching back to look at what Kieran’s doing. I have no idea how much I eat and foronce in so, so many years and I don’t care either. I just want to cum. Every time I get close, he backs off. The moment my plate is finished, he stops.

I could cry from the lack of sensation.

“And you stopped, why?” Kieran demands. I push the plate right off of the island and onto the floor. I meant to show him that it was empty, but I’m not in total control of my actions. Kieran’s bright, pleased smile alone is almost reward in and of itself. He doesn’t smile like that nearly often enough. It’s like a present just for me, and me alone.

He dips his head again, twisting so that he has total access to my pussy, his tongue worshiping at the skin, but I reach down and grab his wrist. I shake my head. “Reward, now.” I breathe.

Kieran’s brow furrows, not understanding what I mean for a moment.

I want to cum, of course, but I want him inside of me when I do.

I think I’m getting addicted.

“You want my cock, princess?”

“Yes, Kieran.” I say, shocked at how needy and subservient that I sound - breathy and pleading.

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