Page 150 of Reaper's Ruin
Rhyker.
This man.
I was his and he was mine and I had the power to make him come undone.
As I sucked his cock, he threaded his hands through my hair, gripping it tight.
“Fuck, Soraya,” he ground out as I increased my speed.
His cock moved inside my mouth, tightening as I felt him reaching his climax.
But instead of coming in my mouth, he leaned down and grabbed me. I gasped as he picked me up and carried me to the bed, tossing me onto it.
“I don’t come until you do,” he said, those eyes, those beautiful eyes burning with desire.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice deep and demanding, rough with need.
Heat like I’d never known coursed through me, colliding between them as I obeyed and opened myself to him. Hunger burned like wildfire in his gaze as he looked between my legs, and it only made me wetter.
He lowered himself between them, and I cried out when his tongue slid up the length of my pussy.
“Oh my God, Rhyker!” I cried out, ready to come in an instant.
But he didn’t let me. Instead, he took his time, his lips, his tongue, his fingers working every inch of my heated skin until mylegs were shaking and I was clinging to the blankets, his name rolling off my tongue on repeat like a prayer.
“You taste so good,” he whispered against my pussy, his warm breath tickling my clit and heightening my pleasure.
I moaned and he rolled his tongue around it again, my body clenching as I felt the waves of ecstasy rolling up from within.
“I want to watch you come. Come for me, baby,” he commanded, and my body answered instantly.
With his fingers embedded deep within me and his tongue working its magic on my clit, I shattered. I broke into a million tiny pieces as my body succumbed to the waves of pleasure washing over me one, after another, after another. And finally, when I felt the last of them fade away, I collapsed into a boneless heap.
My eyes fluttered open to see him kneeling above me, that new smile I couldn’t get enough of lifting his lips.
“You look proud,” I managed to breath out.
“You look happy,” he countered.
“Happy doesn’t cover it,” I said, exhaling a breath. Then I bit my lip and looked at that cock still hard and ready. “And now it’s your turn to be happy and me to be proud.”
I grinned, and he matched it. Death smiling at me like a kid at a candy store because he knew I was about to fuck his brains out.
I reached up and slid my hand around his neck, pulling him into my kiss. He ravished my mouth responding to his demands as I rolled over, pulling him with me. I straddled him, my wet pussy brushing against his cock and making him moan against my lips.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I pulled his lip gently between my teeth, teasing him.
Tormenting him.
Slowly sliding my wetness up the length of his cock but not allowing him in.
“Yes,” he growled out. “Fuck me, Soraya. Fuck me, my love.”
Hearing those words, knowing the control I had over this man gave me such a surge of power I could barely contain myself. I lifted my hips, pressing his cock to my opening before sliding down it with a moan.
“Fuck!” he ground out, gripping my hips so tight it would have hurt if I wasn’t overwhelmed with pleasure. I moved against him, our bodies connecting as this man—this deadly, powerful warrior—laid on his back and submitted to me completely. I made him mine, watching his face twist with pleasure as he came undone beneath me, on the edge of release.
I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips, my own pleasure rising to match his as I ground my hips against him.
