Page 59 of War Games

Anticipation builds deep within me, sensing where he’s going with this, and I don’t dare ask him to stop, needing it more than Ineed my next breath. Then finally, he reaches the promised land, and the water gently shoots right against my core.

My knees weaken, and my body instantly wakes up, having to grip his arm tighter to keep myself up. “Holy shit,” I breathe, tilting my head back to his shoulder as his arm around my waist shifts up, giving him space to grasp my breast and roll my nipple between his skilled fingers.

Reaper adjusts the shower head, changing the setting from the normal flow to the massager, and I gasp as the water pressure shoots directly against my clit. He circles it around, not keeping it in the same spot and risking overstimulating me, and the pressure is just right.

“Fuck,” I pant, my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

“Just let it go,” he says, enticing me with that deep tone, but I’m not there yet.

I need more.I need him.

Reaching behind me, I feel for Reaper, finding the front of his drenched pants, and for just a moment, I expect him to pull away, to tell me no, or to say this is all about me, but he allows me free rein as I undo his fly and free his massive cock from the confines of his pants. “Please,” I groan, wrapping my fingers around him and madly pulsing up and down his thick shaft, feeling the ridges of his angry veins.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you too far.”

“I need you inside of me,” I tell him.

Reaper doesn’t hesitate, shifting my hips back and taking my thigh to open me wide. I have no choice but to release my hold on him and grasp for balance against the wall. Then as the water thrums against my needy clit, Reaper slowly pushes inside of me, gently rocking back and forth as my walls stretch around him, accommodating his impressive size.

“Oh God,” I groan.

It’s everything I need, and I’m completely at his mercy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s as if he knows exactly what I need as I need it.

His soft grunts surround me, and knowing my body has the ability to make him feel this way has me desperate to please him. I want to give him everything. I want to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel right now, and the second my skin doesn’t feel as though it’s melting off my body, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

The water pressure against my clit has me in a chokehold, and as Reaper slowly rocks in and out of my needy cunt, it becomes too much for me to resist. The intensity builds inside of me like a coil tightening, ready to spring, and as the water shoots against my core, I have no choice but to let go as the coil explodes within me.

My orgasm shoots through my veins and sends a wave of ecstasy crashing over me as my knees begin to shake. I grip Reaper, holding on to him with everything I have as he continues thrusting into me, rolling his body with such perfect, precise movements.

My eyelids flutter as my orgasm continues to build, and when Reaper comes with me, the softest grunt fills the cramped shower. “You’re so goddamn beautiful when you come,” he tells me in a deep, gravelly tone. “When your sweet little cunt squeezes me like that . . . fuck.”

A lazy smile settles across my lips, and I lean back into him, my energy quickly dwindling as I come down from my high. He releases my thigh before locking his arm around my waist once again, holding me up and shifting the shower head away from my over-sensitive clit.

He adjusts the setting back to the normal flow before fixing it back into its position above our heads, then he turns me in hisarms and simply holds me. “I thought I was going to die,” I tell him.

“Not on my watch, Siren,” he rumbles. “I still have fifteen days to devour you, and I’m not about to let either of us lose a single one of those seconds.”

I shift my stance before lifting my chin and meeting his heavy stare. “Why?” I whisper. “Why does it matter to you so much?”

He shakes his head, his dark gaze mirroring the unease that I feel deep in my chest, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s having the same realization that I am—that there’s something more here, something profound between us. “I wish I knew.”

His words sit with me, and after letting out a breath, I reach behind me and shut off the water. Reaper wraps a towel around me, patting me down to avoid rubbing my wet, aching skin. Then, as I finish drying off, Reaper peels off his wet clothes, and I grab one of his clean shirts.

He helps me pull it over my head, and I can’t help but notice the way it smells just like him. Then as he starts to dress himself, pulling a shirt over that incredible grim reaper tattoo and hiding it away, I find myself wandering out of the main bedroom and searching for the girl who saved my life.

My heart races, unsure what to say to Shadow or how to even be around her. The last time I checked, she wasn’t sure about me, always inching away and watching me as though she wasn’t sure if she could trust me, but surely things are different now.

Making my way down the hall, I let my fingers drag along the drywall, the exhaustion still gripping me in a chokehold. There’s no telling when the last of my energy will fade away and leave me scrambling on the ground.

I pass two bedrooms, finding them both empty, before setting my sights on the final one at the opposite end of the hallway. It makes sense for Shadow to want to put as much distance between her and us as possible, and if I were smart, I should beputting distance between us too. Yet no matter how hard I try, I keep finding my way back to him. Either that or he’s the one finding his way to me. Honestly, I don’t really know anymore. But what I do know is not being the object of his desires is somewhere I never want to find myself.

Creeping toward the final bedroom, I approach the closed door and gently rap my knuckles against the hardwood. I don’t announce myself or wait for her to welcome me in. If she’s as good as I suspect her to be, she would have heard my footsteps down the hall and known they were too light to be Reaper’s. Then when I didn’t stop and turn toward the kitchen and living room, she would have known exactly where I was going.

Taking the handle, I slowly open the door, taking my time so as not to startle her. I don’t want her to fear me, and despite her knowing that I’m already here, barging in like a raging bull isn’t going to give her confidence that she can trust me.

Peeking my head inside the room, I find Shadow standing beside the bed. It’s made perfectly, not a single bump in the blankets, and I can’t help but wonder if this is normal practice for her. Has she been standing there beside it all night, or did she allow herself a few hours of vulnerability to sleep before making the bed to military perfection the moment she woke? And in which case, why hasn’t she moved since then?

“May I come in?” I murmur, meeting her bright blue stare.

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