Page 62 of TBR: Dead But Well Read

“I don’t mind, but when I climax, my muscles are going to clamp down on you. It might hurt.” My warning fell on deaf ears.

“It will be fine. Don’t fight your release because of me.” His mouth sucked and kissed every inch of my skin he could reach. “I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”

He shifted his hips a fraction and drove himself inside me, causing my coiled desire to spring free, tossing me into a body-convulsing orgasm. I screamed his name as my muscles tightened around his scorching length, quivering with each wave of pleasure that washed through me.

Saul didn’t stand a chance.

He roared my name as his muscles went stiff and my tight walls milked the orgasm from him. Saul used one hand to brace himself on the sink, and the other to keep me upright as our bodies jerked and trembled with pleasure.

Just when I thought it was over, my hip began to burn beneath his hand. “Ow, ow, ow! I think you’re setting me on fire.”

Saul jerked his hand away. “I don’t have that ability, pet.”

Standing on wobbly tiptoes, I twisted my hip toward the mirror and gasped.

“Did you tattoo me?”

Saul didn’t respond, and I glanced up to find him staring at the mark with shock and awe. “It’s the mark of a soulmate.”

“Where’s yours?” I huffed, eyeing the exposed skin along his hips. “If I’m going to be branded, you should have one too!”

“Wherever you want it. But Axelle? It might not work, since you aren’t a reaper.” Saul traced his fingers along the four-inch purple scythe on my hip. “Reaper marks have only been recorded in couples where both partners are reapers. I was able to mark you because I’m a reaper.”

“Do you want me to try?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yes. I’d love to be marked by you.”

“Okay…” I dragged out the word. “How does this work, and where am I supposed to put it?”

“Wherever you want,” he answered, then laughed when I shot a look between his legs and wiggled my eyebrows. “If that’s what you want, but I’d prefer a place where I could show it off. Maybe my arm, chest, or neck?”

My insides went all gooey with love. He wanted everyone to know he was mine.

“I love the idea of it being on your neck so I can kiss it even when you’re wearing a shirt.” Even though we’d just had sex, I felt shy admitting it, and the bathroom lights flickered above us.

Saul slipped out of his shirt and kneeled in front of me.

“If it doesn’t work, I will get a tattoo that matches your mark here.” Catching my right hand in his, he placed a gentle kiss on my palm before pressing my hand against the side of his neck. “Think about how I belong to you. If the reaper magic is going to work, the mark will come naturally since we just claimed each other for the first time.”

Keeping my hand on his neck, I leaned in and kissed him. He was mine, just as Rhodes was mine.

How did I get so lucky?

My hand warmed, then burned, and I fought the urge to yank it away from his skin.

Saul covered my hand with his. “Be still, pet. It will be over in a minute.”

When the burn faded, I let my hand drop from his skin. There on his neck was a purple scythe, exactly like the one on my hip.

Saul stood and looked into the mirror. “It’s perfect.”

BANG. BANG. BANG.

I jumped, floating upward until I could cling to Saul’s neck like a terrified cat.

Saul shook his head in disbelief. “I couldn’t even make you blink, but someone knocking on the door has you leaping three feet off the ground?”

BANG. BANG. BANG.

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