Page 22 of Ravished By the Reaper

Love me.

He loves me.

No matter how restrained he might be in his sweet torture of me, his easy admission spirals round and round in me.

Instead of letting the ecstasy building inside me spark and blaze into the inferno simmering beneath my skin, he leaves me writhing and wanting. Sweat dampens my face, the nape of my neck. I drag my nails over his shadows, the van, my shirt, anything that might bring relief if I can just come. “Please, Wren.”

He rolls a lingering touch over my clit, and my core clenches as he says on a growl, “I intend to pleasure my mate, to cherish you, to worship you forever and a day. I will take my time. I will drive you as insane with desire for the rest of our lives as you have me for the last ten years. Because you are mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours.” It’s the truth, but right now, I’m pretty sure I’d say anything,doanything if he’ll simply stop teasing me.

He drags a shadow through my folds, dipping inside and spreading me open for him like he owns me until he taps my clit, and my body rockets like a fireworks show. My breathing goes erratic; my muscles twitch and tremble. His magic, his darkness, hiseverythinghas me drowning in him. In pleasure.

I tense from my toes to my jaw, and an orgasm breaks me apart as though I’ve shattered into a thousand pieces. Pieces he strokes and pets back together with a tenderness that feels like worship.

His eyes flash brilliant violet. A dark intensity I don’t understand shines from his gaze. “If you promise me forever, I’ll spend every day making you glad you did.”

“Yes,” I whisper, boneless still from the mind-shattering orgasm he pulled from my body. “Claim me.”

“A true claiming would require a bondage bite. It goes beyond the mating bond which is more than I’ve ever hoped for.”

“A bite?”

“It would mean everything in my world.”

“The reaper world?”

“No, the Shadow Realm. Shadow beings aren’t all reapers, and reapers aren’t all shadow beings. But a bite mark? A claiming? It would show the world we’re bound for life.”

A visible symbol for everyone to see. Like a wedding ring. “Do I get to bite you?”

His gaze goes wild, hungry. “Anywhere you wish, anytime you wish.”

“All right, then. I expect a claiming,” I tell him. “No more holding back.”

He trails shadows along my jaw while undressing me as though I’m a present he has waited ten long years to unwrap. “What would you like, my beauty? We’ve tried it all in fantasies—knotting, double dicks, tentacles. What does my mate want for a first time in this form? Our first time of forever?”

“You.” I reach for him, the light of his magic glinting off the bracelet he gave me. “I want you.”

With a dark growl, he catches my wrists, stretching my arms above my head. He binds my ankles so my legs are spread wide for him.

A delicious shiver ripples over me when I try to close my thighs but can’t. I’m at his mercy.

He uses his shadows to explore me like he’s memorizing my body. He rubs me from my breasts down over my belly, then between my thighs until I’m squirming to rub against him, to get pressure where I need it for another release.

He leaves me for a moment, moving his head as if admiring his handiwork—his shadows pinning me in place for him.

“You have never been more beautiful,” he murmurs.

A whimper leaves me when he drags his erection along my inner thigh. I strain to meet him, but I can’t get free. He holds me spread and open for him, pinned and captive. He makes a sound of appreciation when I struggle against him. I can’t do anything more than writhe, and he likes that.

With my arms stretched above me and my back arching to rub against him, his shadows spread over me like a second skin. “I have waited a decade for this.” He presses the tip of his cock to my entrance and holds there. “You. Are. Mine.”

He shoves inside me with one thrust—stretching me, filling me, making my body give to the point of pain. Only he twists, his shadows finding the most sensitive parts of me, sending pleasure shooting through me.

I cry out, my inner walls rippling around his length like he belongs here. Like I’ve waited ten long years for this. Like I’ll crave it the rest of my life and never get enough.

“Forever, Wren,” I whisper.

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