Page 158 of Fallen Omega

A thrill rides through me, followed by cold fear and I can’t move. I don’t want to.

Reaper walks up, like he has all the time in the world, and he tosses the hat down, peels off my jacket and kisses me, taking me down to the floor.

The burn in my hands and knees fade to the background as every part of me focuses on him, on what’s happening, on what he’s going to do.

His mouth is hot and hungry, tongue demanding, and I can’t help but comply to those delicious demands. Reaper pushes a hand between my thighs, and slides up to the side of my cotton panties. He keeps kissing me, mouth, chin, throat, and then along the bite. His kisses are drugs and I need more and more.

It’s not until metal slides against my skin and my panties go loose that I realize he just cut them with the same knife he used to kill the man.

I shiver.

It’s wrong to get turned on by that, yet I am. It’s so elemental.

Then I stop thinking as his fingers stroke my clit, sliding down, way down, two pushing into my pussy, the other two into my ass. He works me, thumb on my clit, fingers in me, a slow and steady pace where he stretches my hole, using fingers in my ass and pussy to move together, stroking spots through the thin membrane that separate them until I’m half mindless with pleasure and need.

He pulls out, ripping off his shirt, and his chest is revealed as a work of art in ink and scars. I want to lick and kiss all of them but he doesn’t let me near him. He is focused, hair mussed, eyelids low, as he takes me in.

His lips are swollen a little, like mine feel from thosehungry, deep, pagan kisses. He looks ageless, weary, alive. And my heart throbs. How can I feel something like love for him when I feel that for Knight? It’s like different parts of love that fit together, pieces of the puzzle.

Then there’s Dante, who I lust for. But love? I don’t even know if I like him.

Reaper flips my skirt and pulls my ruined panties to the side, and then he goes down on me, licking and sucking and fingering me, plunging into both holes again. Pleasure floods me. I come. Strong waves crash and pulsate on his fingers.

He lifts his head and bites my thigh softly, then pushes me to roll to my stomach. He lifts me by the hips so my ass is high, dress around my shoulders, and as I try to rise to my hands, he pushes down on my upper back so I can’t.

I’m scared, excited. I’m spun in circles.

Reaper doesn’t speak as he strokes me and the hiss of his zipper is the only sound other than our breathing and the booming beat from the floor below.

He pushes three fingers into my pussy and then he paints my asshole with my own slick, pushing some of it into me, and then…

Oh.

My.

God.

His cock presses against my ass and he pushes, one hand on my hip to hold me steady, and as he pushes, I open, stretching. I don’t know if I can take him, he’s so big and it’s uncomfortable and strange, an invasion. Soon, he’s in. And he doesn’t stop. He keeps pushing until his balls slap my pussy.

I shudder.

He waits a beat, then he starts to move. He rocks in me, small motions that grow bigger and bigger until soon, he’s pulling almost all the way out before slamming, balls deep, inside.

He’s not gentle after that. He’s rough, animalistic. It’s anassault of the good kind because somewhere along the way, it stopped being strange and morphed into great, and then into delicious.

Soon I’m rocking back, caught in the wild rhythm, wanting more, needing more. I lay my cheek on the floor, reaching under me to touch my clit.

It’s like a switch and I explode into an orgasm that gives way to more pleasure, I rock harder against him as he grabs both hips and hammers my ass in sweeping, punishing thrusts that push me a little along the floor, it’s only his grip and strength that stop me sliding wild.

His cock is magic; it touches places I didn’t know existed, makes a deep throb start inside, and it radiates in dark, body-shaking waves.

This time when I start to come, it takes my whole body and Reaper isn’t immune. He starts to thrust with abandon, which only kicks up my enjoyment, and I burst into wild, orgasmic pleasure and he shouts, a guttural, wordless sound. I feel him come, and he keeps coming. So do I.

It’s a wild thing, something so natural I just become it. His cock expands as he comes, right at the base, and he’s knotting in me, and oh, fuck, it’s insanely good. Like with Knight, it changes things, tilts the world on its axis and I’m just coming and coming. I’m mindless, boneless, just pure pleasure.

And it doesn’t stop.

Finally, when he crashes down on me, the knot fading, he stays in me until he can pull out. When he does, I’m bereft. I want more. I need more.

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