Page 78 of Daughters of Chaos

Nix and I exchange a look. Whatever is in that bag may hold the key to destroying the Desert Bastards and ending the war they started for good. But what the hell is in it?

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Raven

Everyone has settled in for the night, and the house is finally quiet. The reunion of J, Miguel, and Bones with the MC was loud and emotional. We all thought the worst when we got the news. There was no way they'd survived the blaze, but everyone was so glad to be wrong.

By the time things calm down, it's late and I'm feeling it. My body is tired, and my emotions are shot, but my mind is working in overdrive. I can't stop thinking about the fire, the bar, the near loss of not one but three of our guys. It's too much.

Sleep won't find me unless I find a way to shut down my racing thoughts. There are so many questions left unanswered. So many loose ends that need tying. In the back of my mind, I knowit's safer for me not to know everything, but it doesn't matter. I want to be in the loop, no matter how dangerous the truth is.

My door clicks shut as someone enters the room. I feel him before I see him. His massive presence floods my senses like a burning flame, sending a wave of desire straight to my core. Having him stalk up behind them would strike fear into the hearts of even the worst men, but to me, it's thrilling. The way my heart races and my skin prickles with anticipation only amplifies my craving for him.

Reaper's hard body presses into mine as his hot breath coasts past my ear. "Wildfire," he whispers reverently, snaking his hands around my waist.

For the first time since hearing about the bar fire, my mind isn't running a hundred miles an hour. I'm not thinking about the Sons or the Bastards or what the hell is in that fucking bag. Inside this dark room with my broody bodyguard, I only have one thing on my mind.

I let my head fall back as I press myself further into him, feeling his hardness against my ass. No one else is still awake. It's just the two of us, and I don't intend to waste the opportunity. I roll my hips, letting my hands curl around his neck as I tilt mine, giving him access.

Reaper takes my cue, latching his full lips to my skin, nipping and sucking as his hands begin to roam. Moonlight filters through the curtains as he squeezes my tits. We have to be quiet, but I don't care. I want him, now.

Ripping my shirt off, I spin around, catching Reaper's heavy gaze with my own. He licks his lips as he takes me in, his eyes boring into me as I peel off my jeans. I hold his stare as the snaps on my bra come undone, and the only layer shielding my breasts disappears.

His nostrils flare as I stand in front of him in only a small, black thong. The outline of his hardening dick presses againsthis jeans. With a smirk, I walk backward to the bed, coaxing him with a finger as I splay myself out on the sheets.

A low growl leaves his lips as he stalks toward me, tearing his shirt off before discarding his pants. His naked body is on me less than a second later, and I can feel his long shaft rubbing against my center. I need this after tonight. We both do, and neither of us want to waste another second.

Reaper's thick fingers find my wetness as his mouth worships my chest. I slap a hand over my mouth to silence my moans as he works my body. A sharp jolt shoots through me as his teeth clamp down on my peaked nipples. The pain only amplifies the sensation of his fingers curling inside of me.

Fuck, it's glorious. Pleasure. Pain. It all blends together as the MC enforcer ravishes me.

My thong disappears as Reaper's bearded face kisses down my stomach. Lower, lower he goes, stopping just before my throbbing bundle. I whimper as I glare down at him, earning myself a smirk from the muscled man kneeling at my core. When his eyes grow darker, I barely have time to brace myself before a wave of ecstasy washes over me.

His tongue laps a long, warm strip up my center before his mouth attaches to my swollen clit. He feeds on me like a starving man, moaning and licking into me like no one has before. I can hardly breathe as my climax soars through me, flooding Reaper's mouth. The vibrations from his satisfied groans undo me as I fist his hair, riding out my orgasm while he continues feasting.

It feels like heaven as I ride his face, melting with every lap of his skilled tongue. I never want it to end. When he pulls away, I almost resort to begging until he lines up his dick with my slit. There's no warning, no easing into it. Reaper thrusts deep inside me with one push, filling me to the brim as his mouth swallows my cry.

Tears well in my eyes as he fucks me ruthlessly, hands angling my hips so he can drive deeper and deeper with every snap of his hips. Nothing has ever felt so good. No one has ever done what Reaper has, finding spots inside me I never knew existed. Each time with him only gets better, only makes me crave him more.

With my knees pressed into the mattress, my lover thrusts even deeper, panting with every slap of skin on skin. I'm close again, biting my pillow to muffle my sounds as my eyes roll back.Fuck, he feels incredible. I don't ever want him to stop.

My insides start to coil. I'm about to burst as Reaper rolls his hips, his mouth gaping with pleasure. He's close, too, and I want nothing more than to feel his climax filling me up. His dick is bare, the condoms in my nightstand long forgotten as he fucks me like there's no tomorrow. The feeling of him rubbing my walls is sinful. I can't get enough.

I dig my nails into his toned ass, holding him flush against me as my orgasm rips through me. The metallic taste of blood hits my tongue as my bottom lip splits between my teeth. I bite back my screams as wave after wave of pleasure erupts in my lower half.

A strangled moan leaves Reaper's mouth as his eyes close. His entire body tenses as his hips thrust several more times, emptying himself deep inside me. The warmth of his seed fills me as he starts to relax, gripping my thighs with trembling fingers.

A smile curls on my lips as I watch him come down from his release. A look of awe shows behind his eyes as his hands start moving up my body, stroking me gently. His every caress is both sweet and erotic, making me yearn for him once again.

"So fuckin' incredible," he whispers, trailing a thumb up my jaw.

I lean into his touch, gasping as he pulls out of me. My heart is still racing as a soft cloth rubs between my legs. Reaper'seyes are on my face as he cleans up the mess we made. I don't know what to say as his body presses against mine. Words aren't making sense right now, and neither is this feeling burning deep inside me. It's new and wild and confusing, something I've never experienced before him.

I never expected to develop feelings for anyone, least of all the imposing man I once thought I hated. It's surreal, strange, confusing.

Saving me from myself, he lays down beside me, pulling me with him, wrapping me in his warm embrace. I rest my cheek against his hard chest, letting my fingers toy with the dark happy trail on his abdomen. When they move lower, a pinch on my ass stops me in my tracks.

"Unless you want another round, you better stop that," Reaper's gruff voice mumbles against my hair.

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