Page 44 of Guarded By the Reaper

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“Because what? You can trust me. You can be real and vulnerable with me, Grim. You can be yourself.”

“I’m hideous,” I said. There was so much pain in my voice, and I couldn’t hide it. “I was hideous when I died, and I’m hideous now.”

Millie leaned forward, her raven hair cascading around both our faces, shielding us from the world outside. She cupped my skull face with her hand, and with the other, she toyed with the edge of my hood. She hadn’t seen me without my hood either. Except for that one time on the rooftop.

“No, you’re not. Don’t say that.”

“It’s the simple truth.”

“Let me see you and let me be the judge of that.”

She wasn’t going to give up this time, was she? The room was semi-dark, so maybe I could risk it... One thing was for certain – I would never let her see me naked in the full light of day. Still, I hesitated. It was unbelievable enough that this beautiful woman had fucked me once, knowing what was under my cloak. Now she wanted to fuck me again, but if I let her see... There was a good chance she would change her mind.

“Grim, you don’t have to be completely naked. I’ll just open your shirt, that’s all.”

We were negotiating. I owed it to her to try and meet her halfway.

“Here,” she said, straightening her back and pulling her nightgown over her head in one fluid motion. “Look at me. Focus on me and only me.”

The void that resided in my empty sockets took in her bare beauty. Her round breasts, her pink, perky nipples, the ribs that were slightly jutting out through her skin – she needed to eatmore, but I knew she couldn’t due to the never-ending stress. Her stomach was perfect and flat, her arms so thin and elegant. She leaned over me again and took my hand in hers. She guided my hand over her breast, down her abdomen, until my fingers grazed her panties. She made me hook one finger inside her panties and showed me that she wanted me to pull. My digit was so sharp – made of literal bone – that it tore through the silk. Now she was completely naked, and it was impossible to resist her. Especially when she started rubbing herself against my clothed erection.

“Grim?” she asked gently, running her hand over the buttons of my shirt.

I didn’t look at her face, I focused on her incredible breasts. I nodded.

As Millie unbuttoned my shirt, revealing the marred skin underneath, inch by inch, I cupped her breasts with my hands and kneaded them, played with them, pinched her nipples, hoping this would distract her from thinking about how ugly I was. It wasn’t just my skin that was hideous – burned, melted, and scarred – it was also the fact that I was a literal skeleton. My bones were visible through the darkness that kept me together – white and glowing eerily, as if they were polished with magic. Which they were, technically. I was a skeleton covered in patches of flesh and a whole lot of darkness.

“I will remove your hood,” she said.

I hesitated, but what was I supposed to do? Tell her no when I’d already let her do whatever she wanted? I nodded again, grateful she was asking for permission.

As I felt the hood fall off my hairless skull, I focused on her body, running my hands down her sides, reaching behind her and gripping her firm buttocks. She let out a moan and rocked back and forth, applying pressure, making my cock throb. I wanted to be inside her, but she was in charge. I would penetrateher when she wanted me to penetrate her. She moved faster, rubbing her clit against me, pushing herself closer and closer to orgasm.

“See?” she murmured. “It’s not so bad.”

The hood was completely off, my torso was exposed, and I still didn’t dare to look into her eyes. When her fingers started working on my belt, I didn’t stop her. Didn’t protest. Of course she would want to see my cock next.

“Say something,” she said. “How does it feel?”

All I managed was a low growl. How did it feel? It felt like I was going to explode. I needed her so badly that my balls hurt.

“Grim, look at me...”

I forced myself to comply, afraid of what I would see in her eyes. There was no way she wasn’t at least a little bit disgusted. When my dark gaze met her sapphire eyes, she smiled down at me. Her face looked serene, albeit flushed with lust. She didn’t look at me like she should’ve – with contempt and disbelief that she was giving herself to an abomination. She looked at me like... there was nothing wrong. I wasn’t wrong, my body wasn’t wrong... It took me aback. Now I couldn’t take my eyes off her face. Not even when she pulled my cock out and rubbed her wet folds over my length, I didn’t look down, I kept looking at her.

Her lips parted, and she whispered my name softly as she rubbed herself against my hard cock, faster and harder, coating me with her juices. Then she stilled and let out a deep, long moan. Her body shuddered, and she closed her eyes as she came – a small, quick orgasm. She collapsed on top of me, pressing her lips to mine. The kiss was slow and languid at first, and as she regained her breath, it deepened, becoming more urgent, like she wanted me, and she wanted me now.

As I pulled her close, one of my hands moved down her back and over the curve of her butt. My finger dipped into herwetness, and she impaled herself on it, driving it straight into her pussy.

I would never get used to this woman craving me like I craved her... It was... unnatural. But was I ever going to say no to her?

Absolutely not.

Chapter Twenty-Six

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