Page 149 of Breaker

A shattered groan breaks free as he drives in once, twice, then stills. The moan that comes from between his teeth is purely animal. Heat floods me, his cock pulsing deep inside me. Then I feel him collapse, his thumb slipping from between my lips.

Slowly, he releases my neck, pushing off me enough that he’s no longer crushing me. Hot breaths fan my lips. Teeth nip at my collarbone. My jaw. Tears soak the blindfold, and I realize I’m gasping out choked sobs, my entire body shaking from how brutally he’s claimed me.

Reaper’s hips start to move again, slowly, as his cheek presses to mine, lips brushing my ear, soft strands of hair brushing my face. heavy breaths fanning over my hot flesh.

“Such a sweet kitty.” His voice is raspy, almost shattered. “You took me so well, Kitten, coming for me over and over.”

I nod, whimpering, needing his soft praise to ease the pain in my chest.

Reaper’s cheek rubs against mine, stubble grating my skin. “Do you feel my cum, throbbing deep inside you?” His hips move, pushing his cum in deeper.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“We’re going to keep you filled up, so full our cum, you’ll feel with every step that you belong to us.”

I slide my legs down, wrapping them around his waist, crossing them to keep him pinned inside me. My silent answer to keep me. Fill me. Give themselves to me like I have with them.

Him. I want him.

I feel him everywhere. His chest to mine, stomach slicking with sweat as he rocks into me. Lips brushing my skin. Hot breaths on my face. His heat and sweat and woodsy scent filling my lungs. It’s an assault to my senses, how much he’s owning me, yet he still feels so far away.

He pulls back, breath hitting my face. Warm lips skim over mine. It feels like an end and the thought makes my heart shatter.

“Reaper, please.” I choke on a sob, my heart, my body, my soul in ruins.

“Please what, Delilah?”

My voice cracks. “Please, kiss me.” I need him to kiss me. I need this to be more than another rough fuck. He’s promised me, claimed me, but I need more.

I need that gentle touch. That soft claiming like Viper and Striker gave me, but I need it from Reaper. Desperation makes my sobs grow stronger.

“So greedy. You’ve had my mouth.”

“Please.” All dignity has vanished. He’s broken me down, flayed me alive. I’m his.

I’m theirs.

They can all have me.

Just please kiss me.

Fingers weave into my hair. His breath touches my lips. Darkness and sinful lust. “If I give you this, what do I get?”

“Me,” I whisper.All of me.

Reaper’s lips brush mine. “Yes, Delilah, all of you.”

Then his mouth encloses over mine, tongue darting past my already parted lips, tasting, taking, claiming, starved for every thing I have to offer. His firelight taste floods my senses. He devours my groan, hands tangled in my hair, angling my head so he can take more. Consume more.

This kiss feels like a fall from grace. I tumble willingly, giving myself over to this burning thirst. Spiraling downward, I struggle against the restraints, wanting to touch him, needing to feel his skin, run my fingers in his hair. Have more of him.

But he won’t let me.

When he breaks the kiss, I hit the bottom, my body crumbling, my chest constricting, knowing this is it. He’s pulling away. The little bit he just gave me is all I get.

I feel him shift. He slips out of me as he sits up, cool air hitting my body. Feel the bed jump and dip as he stands, then unties the rope, rubbing my wrists to soothe them. Reaper lets me go, and I roll to my side, curling into a ball as he strokes my back. I want to remove the blindfold, but I know he doesn’t want me to see him and that’s what hurts the most. He wants to own every piece of me but refuses to give me a glimpse of who he really is.

“What do I get?” I whisper.

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