Page 61 of TBR: Dead But Well Read

“I don’t need a doctor.” His eyes glinted in the mirror. “I need you.”

“Did you… you know? Try taking care of things yourself?” I asked, getting wet just imagining him stroking himself while thinking of me.

“I may not have experience with sex, but I’ve been around for a while and I’m not an idiot.” Saul snorted. “I spent hours in the shower trying to deal with it, and all it did was make me more sensitive. In the past, I didn’t pay attention when other reapers spoke about their sexual escapades. But I remember hearing a rumor that once a reaper met his soulmate, they were the only person who could arouse him, and the only one who could get him off. In my case, I never experienced attraction to anyone or sexual desire until I met you.”

How did you respond to something like that?

“So we really are true soulmates? And I’m not just imagining the way I feel drawn to you?” My eyes widened as a new thought occurred to me. “Which means only I can turn you on and off?”

“Pet, I recognize that naughty look in your eyes.” Saul growled a playful warning and gently smacked my butt. “Yes, we’re true soulmates. But I knew that before my cock confirmed it. I believe it was nature’s way to ensure the perfectly matched reaper couples produce offspring. Since the male reaper is only attracted to his soulmate, all his attention is focused on her, ensuring she is well satisfied and bred before his erection subsides.”

“That’s kinda hot, but I’m sorry you were left hanging. Well, not hanging, more like— Oh, nevermind!” I bit my lip. “You hissed when I stroked you in the bar. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Everything is painful right now because of how sensitive I am. But your touch was intensely pleasurable.” His voice washusky as he placed soft kisses on my shoulders. “You are the only one whose touch I ever want to feel on my body.”

“Tell that to Zacharias.” I whimpered with every brush of his fingers against my overly sensitive skin. “He seems really into you trying different women out.”

“And I want to rip out his soul every time he says it. I’m sorry I have hidden the truth about what you mean to me. My goal was to protect you while I stayed close enough to Zacharias to uncover what he’s been hiding. I worried he would recognize you from the tunnels and seek vengeance for biting him. Worse, when he realizes I am no longer on his side, he will likely seek to use you as a pawn to control me.”

“I understand why you did what you did, Saul. It’s okay.” My heart soared with happiness at his admission. He was a good man with a protective streak a country mile wide.

Saul slipped two fingers inside me and groaned. “I love that you get so wet for me.”

Without thinking, I blurted out the truth, “Because you’re freaking hot and my body tries to turn my insides to ectoplasm or something every time I look at you. I still can’t believe a guy like you is actually kissing and touching me. You are way out of my league.”

“We’ll need to work on how you see yourself, pet. Because from where I’m standing, I have the sexiest woman on Earth soaked and smelling of desire, telling me she loves me. If you could see the way your body looks bent over in front of me, you’d know why every man in that bar was thinking about risking my wrath for the chance to approach you.” Saul was back to his silky purr as his hands traced every curve of my body.

There were so many questions I wanted to ask, but they would have to wait. “Saul,” I whimpered. “I need you. Now.”

Still, the frustrating man took his time stroking and stretching my tight channel as he undid his pants. By the timehis erection sprung free, my knees were wobbling and barely holding me up.

I was thankful the man didn’t have one of the long dongs described in my favorite romance books. While I’d neverewsomeone else’syum, the idea of a penis so long it could plunge inside me and reach my tonsils wasn’t exactly a turn on.

Where we might have a problem was his current girth. Let’s just say the scythe in his pants was pumped up and ready to jam… and by that, I mean jam inside me and never come back out.

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “You’re going to have to go slow, Saul. Give me time to adjust.”

“Just tell me what you need from me and I will do it,” Saul assured me. “If it hurts, tell me and we’ll stop.”

I leaned forward on the sink, lifting my butt to give him better access to my soaked entrance. Saul lined himself up, gently rubbing the rounded head against me. Even that little bit of friction had shivers racing along my skin.

Saul pushed the tip in, and we both moaned.

“You feel like paradise,” he whispered in awe.

“Wait. It gets better,” I promised.

Just like it had with Rhodes, my ghostly body shifted and adjusted my insides, creating a perfect fit for his cock. “I’m ready.”

With unbelievable control for a man who’d lived with a hard-on for two days, he slowly stretched and filled me. My eyes crossed and my legs gave out. Saul’s hand slipped under me to rest against my belly, holding me up with ease.

When he’d buried himself as deep as he could go, I smiled at him in the mirror. “Now the fun part. Slide out and thrust in faster this time.”

Saul did as I instructed and gasped, “My love!”

“Saul? My body is too sensitive and worked up from the teasing in the bar and your touch. I’m not going to last long.” I struggled to speak as he plunged inside me a little faster each time, causing my desire to coil tighter and tighter as he drove us toward release.

“Why do you sound like that’s a bad thing? It means you’re receptive to my touch.” His hands moved to grip my hips, holding me in place as he grew rougher with each thrust.

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