Page 100 of Reaper's Ruin
Utterly. Completely.
The thought of other men touching her sent something primal and possessive surging through me. I wanted to fuck her so hard I’d carve my name into her soul with every thrust until the only one she ever remembered, the only one she’d ever beg for, was me. I’d claim every inch of her so completely, so ruthlessly, I’d erase every trace of the men who came before—wipe them from her skin, her mind, her memory—until only I remained. Etched into her body. Burned into her soul. Branded into her afterlife.
She must have seen it in my eyes because she pressed her advantage, stepping forward until our bodies were almost touching. Her gaze never left mine as she devastated me with her next words.
“You’re scared to ruin me? Don’t be. Iwantyou to ruin me. Wreck me. Break me apart and make me yours. Unleash every inch of your power and don’t you dare hold back. I don’t want gentle. Idon’t want careful. I want to be ruined by you, Rhyker.” She leaned in, lips at my ear, voice shaking with need. “Wrecked so thoroughly I’ll feel it in the afterlife.”
My honor shattered.
My control shattered.
Every wall I’d built to keep her out—gone in a single breath.
I wouldn’t be her first.
But gods help me...
I would be her last.
“You’re mine,” I growled, grabbing her behind her head with a ferocity that should have terrified her.
But she matched my hunger, rising on her toes to meet my mouth as I claimed her lips with mine. Mouth crushing hers in a kiss that had waited lifetimes. The kiss was nothing like our first—this was desperation, possession, the release of something we’d both been holding back for too long.
Her moan shot through me like lightning, and suddenly there was no air, no castle, no danger. No life, no death, no past, no future—justus. Just the two of us tangled in a wildfire that couldn’t be stopped.
I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pressed her against the wall, my mouth never leaving hers. She tasted like storm wine and desire, her lips parting eagerly beneath mine. My hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss, swallowing the soft moan that escaped her.
“Rhyker,” she gasped as my mouth moved to her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my lips. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
The pleading in her voice broke something loose inside me—the last thread of restraint snapping like brittle glass. I carried her to the massive desk, sweeping Lord Cassius’s possessions to the floor with one arm, uncaring of the noise or mess. All that matteredwas her—her warmth, her scent, the way she clung to me as if afraid I might vanish.
She gasped, eyes widening at the display of strength, but there was no fear in her gaze. Only heat. Only desire. Her fingers worked at the fastenings of my jacket, shaking with urgency. I helped her, tearing away the restrictive formal clothing that separated us. Buttons scattered across the floor as fabric gave way beneath impatient hands.
She paused, her eyes traveling over the planes of my chest, her fingers tracing the carved lines as she stared at me with awe. She leaned forward, her lips pressing against my throat as her fingers drifted down my chest to my stomach.
My cock surged inside my pants, the simple touch almost making me come on command. I didn’t want to end this too soon. It wasn’t just centuries of denial making me ready to unravel with the simplest breath... it was her.
A growl rumbled in my throat, and I pushed her backward, laying her back on the desk and caging her beneath my arms.
“Do you want this?” I asked, my voice barely recognizable, rough with need. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“I want this,” she replied without hesitation. “I want you. All of you.”
As if to answer my question, she pressed me back to standing and rose in front of me. Her gaze locked with mine as she reached back and pulled the ties keeping her dress secured. Slowly, like exquisite torture, I watched as she undid her laces, one agonizing second at a time. No fear flooded her eyes, no hesitation.
Desire.
Only desire reflected in those glassy orbs.
My mouth went dry when her dress fell away, pooling at her feet revealing soft curves and pale skin bathed in moonlight.
I couldn’t look away, couldn’t breathe.
Eight centuries or a thousand lifetimes. It didn’t matter. I would never see anything more perfect, more utterly beautiful.
“Touch me, Rhyker,” she breathed, and those three words nearly destroyed me.
Raw, possessive desire surged through me as I pushed her backward. She hit the desk, her bare ass sliding onto the rich wood. My hands trembled as I touched her—Death itself reduced to shaking by this half-human, half-fae woman who had crashed into my existence and shattered everything I’d believed about myself. I traced the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hip with reverent fingers, committing every inch to memory.
