Page 14 of The Reaper

“No, I'm not going to give you a blow by blow account of it all-”

His mouth opened at the word ‘blow’. He licked his lips. “Sweetheart, you're driving me crazy, tell me please, just tell me, when did we last make love?”

“The other night, the night before you got hurt.” Her voice was much more breathy than it had been a moment before.

He sunk back into the pillows, languorously. He nipped her wrists again, pulling her down with him. She was now kneeling on the bed next to him, draped forward, close to him.

“Tell me everything, please tell me everything that happened…”

She faked innocence and shrugged nonchalantly. “Which time?”

His jaw went slack. “More than once? Don't tease me, tell me everything, or better yet, show me-”

She tutted and gave him a gentle swipe on the shoulder. “As if you're in any fit state to do anything of the sort.”

He smirked, nibbling now at her ear. “How many times?”

“Three.”

“Fuck. Was it good?” He rubbed his jaw over hers. He wanted to rub himself all over her.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Did you come?” he whispered into her ear.

She blushed at his blunt question. “Yes,” she whispered back.

He groaned. His hands coming over her shoulders, running down her back.

“The last time,” she continued, “We were doing it slowly, deeply. I was on top of you, completely naked.”

“I’m imagining that right now… fuck…” he croaked.

“You see, earlier in the night it had been quite rushed, we barely made it to the bed-”

He swore again. “Hannah, I'm so hard for you, sweetheart.”

He reached for her hand and ran it over his waist, pressing it into his groin. And she felt it, his hardness.

This was truth, right now, in this moment, both of them under each other’s spell. What she said, what he said, it didn’t matter as much, but this between them, yes lust but more, the pulling sensation, the feeling of fit, of rightness, this was truth.

“I want you, now,” he said simply.

“Jack we can't, you're not up to it-”

“I'm fucking up to it, alright,” he replied through gritted teeth, looking down at his groin and the bulge in the bedsheets.

She followed his gaze and smiled. He was pleased with this, too, his body was responding as he wanted it to, as he felt it should. He felt pleased to be aroused. He almost sat straighter, almost puffed out his chest proudly. He felt pleased that she knew he was aroused. Aroused by her.

“Come here, come closer.”

he scooted closer, in front of him on the bed. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He leaned into the kiss, she could hear him growling deep in his throat.

His hands trailed down her sides to her waist, he held her hips to pull her closer as if he was trying to pull her on top of him.

“We can’t,” she said with her voice, but her body melted down beside his.

“We could,” he returned.

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