Page 113 of Daughters of Chaos

He knows how to leave his mark without causing me pain, only pleasure. And the feral look in his eyes when he sees those marks on me . . . Fuck, does that drive me wild.

His possessive and claiming nature makes me want to do the same for him. So, every mark leaves my signature each time we fuck, letting everyone who sees them know this man ismine.It's strange how good that makes me feel. Old Raven would have scoffed at the idea, but not me. Now I revel in it, fucking live for it.

Reaper moves inside of me again, and my soul leaves my body. Fuck, the things this man does to me.

I feel a rumble in his chest as he growls in my ear, "You're. Fuckin'. Mine, Raven.Mine." He punctuates every word with a vicious thrust, rendering me deliriously satisfied.

The way he gets all growly and possessive over me—yeah, I'm addicted.

A fierce orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, reminding me just how talented the man between my legs is. A heavy hand circles my neck, squeezing just enough to send a bolt of excitement right back to my core. Reaper keeps rutting into me, holding me in place by my neck as his hips snap viciously between my legs. He fucks me thoroughly, coaxing another climax from my core.

It's something we've learned over the last few months—how to ring every ounce of pleasure from each other. We've explored things sexually in almost every conceivable way. Finding new ways to make each other come has become one of our favorite activities. That's how we learned we both have this kink.

With his hand around my neck, I arch my back, needing more. Needinghim. Like he can read my mind, he releases his grip on my hip, still holding my throat firmly but gently in hisother fist. He palms my tits, tweaking and pulling my nipples before lavishing them with his warm tongue. He touches me everywhere, just like I need him to.

Marking. Claiming. The sensations drive me wild, sending me over the edge again. This time, he falls right along with me. He roars my name as he spills into me, letting my greedy pussy milk him of everything he's got.

His thrusts grow slow and shaky as he rides out his orgasm inside me. Meaty fingers pulse around my neck with every throb of his cock. Heaven. That's what he feels like every time. He sends me straight to heaven with every climax, and I can't get enough.

When he pulls out and rolls to the side, he pulls me with him, planting me against his chest. His dark hair scratches my cheek as I listen to his wild, beating heart. "That was incredible," I breathe, relaxing into him.

"Every time with you is," he agrees, making my lips curl vainly.

Time seems to slow as we lay here, basking in the aftermath. Our breathing starts to relax, and our skin cools as the fan spins overhead. The steady beat of his heart lulls me into a peaceful haze as his fingers trail across my skin.

Safe and sated we lay there, our bodies tangled as one like it's the most normal thing in the world. Maybe it is. Maybe this is what it's like when you've finally found your match. Peace. Happiness. Understanding.

Love.

The word still knocks me off kilter, and I haven't told him outright how I feel. But it's there marinating under the surface, waiting for me to grow a pair and tell him. I will. When the universe gives me a sign that it's time, then I'll tell him my heart belongs to him, that he's the only one who's ever made me feel this way.

A gentle caress brushes down my scalp as Reaper's long fingers tangle in my strands. His full lips press a kiss to the top of my head, making me melt a little more for my mountain of a man. This soft side of him is unnerving in the best ways possible.

For someone who looks like Satan's bodyguard, it's a huge surprise to find any softness in him, and he saves it all for me. Knowing that makes me more than a little giddy. It tells me that this man, this beautiful, frightening man, feels our unique connection as strongly as I do.

I've given him parts of myself that I never dreamed of giving to anyone, and he's returned the favor tenfold since saving me from that warehouse. My hero. My protector. My love.

Reaper's grip tightens on my hip as he rests his cheek against my hair. "I never used to do this," he says quietly. "Never used to hold anyone after taking what they had to give. Never wanted to. Until you."

My heart skips a beat at his confession. The silence stretches for several agonizing seconds before he continues.

"What you are to me, Raven, my wildfire, what you've become. I'm not good with words or feelings, but I need you to know.

"The day you showed up to the clubhouse, banging on the door like you'd bust it down to save your sister—that day you jumpstarted my heart. Woke something inside me I never knew was there. Since then, Raven, you've become my world, my everything. This ice-cold stone in my chest started beating that day because of you—for you—and it hasn't stopped since."

He takes a deep breath, and I feel his heart thumping faster in his chest. "I need you to know that," he says with a whisper, leaving me in stunned silence.

Tears prick my eyes as my lip starts to tremble. A vulnerability I've never felt before seeps into my bones as his words sink deep into my soul. I give myself a minute to gather my composurebefore sitting up and leveling his gaze with mine. "I love you too, Reaper," I tell him with a shaky breath.

His eyes blaze with surprised elation before he crashes his mouth to mine, delivering a breathtaking kiss. Every coherent thought leaves my mind as his mouth works over mine, pouring into me love and devotion like I've never felt before.

Too soon, he pulls away, ghosting his lips against mine. "I'm so in love with you, Raven West, so fuckin' deep. My heart is yours."

"And mine is yours, Reaper. It's all yours. Every part of me." I kiss him again, deeply, telling him with that kiss just how much of my heart has been his all along. Every. Last. Piece.

"Knox," he says breathlessly, sending a wave of confusion over me. "My name—it's Knox."

Another piece of himself, gifted to me.

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