Page 109 of The Reaper's Vow
“Is that why I feel like I could eat an entire cow? Raw?”
“That's your wolf talking.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, marveling at how quickly she's adapting to her nature. “She's closer to the surface now that you've embraced her.”
“You're hungry too,” she smiles, her hand sliding up my bare chest. “Just not for food.”
My breath catches as her fingers trace the contours of my muscles, leaving trails of heat in their wake. She's right—I'm starving, but not in a way that can be satisfied with meat or bread.
“Karina,” I warn, capturing her wandering hand. “You're still healing.”
“I'm a werewolf, remember? I heal fast.” She leans closer, her lips brushing against my jaw. “Besides, I want to replace those memories with better ones.”
I understand immediately what she means. Lockhart's hands on her. His threats. His possession. She wants to erase them with my touch, my love.
“Are you sure?” I ask, even as my resolve weakens with each soft press of her lips against my skin.
She answers by shifting her body until she's straddling me, her thighs bracketing my hips. The thin cotton of my shirt rides up, revealing the curve of her ass and the fact that she's wearing absolutely nothing underneath. The sight nearly undoes me completely.
She answers by grinding her hips against my cock, straining against my shorts. “I need this. Need you. You don’t have to be gentle with me. I won’t break.”
My hands find her hips, steadying her as she rocks against me.
“I need to hear you say it,” I growl, the last thread of discipline fraying as her hips move against me. “Tell me exactly what you want, kitten.”
She leans down until her lips brush against my ear, her breath hot against my skin. “I want you to make me forget every hand that touched me except yours. I want you to reclaim what's yours.”
My restraint shatters. In one fluid motion, I flip her onto her back, caging her beneath me. I capture her mouth with mine, careful of her healing lip but unable to hold back the hunger that's been building since I found her in that clearing. She responds immediately, her body arching up to meet mine, her hands sliding down my back to push at my shorts.
“These. Off. Now,” she demands between kisses, her fingers hooking into the waistband.
I oblige, breaking away just long enough to shed the last barrier between us. When I return to her, she's pulled my shirt over her head, leaving her gloriously naked beneath me. I pause, drinking in the sight of her. My breath catches in my throat. Bruises still mark her skin—fading, but visible reminders of what she endured. Yet she's never looked more beautiful to me than she does right now, sprawled across my sheets.
“Damien,” she begs, reaching for me. “Don't stop.”
I lower myself over her, careful to keep my weight on my forearms as I settle between her thighs. She's warm and wet against my cock, her body ready for me despite everything. The scent of her arousal fills my lungs, making my wolf growl with satisfaction.
“I'll never stop wanting you. Never stop needing you.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer as she lifts her hips, seeking friction. “Then show me.”
I trail kisses down her throat, over her collarbone, taking my time despite the urgency building in my blood. Each bruise gets special attention—a gentle press of lips, a whispered promise against her skin. I'm erasing Lockhart's touch with my own.
When I reach her breasts, I pause to look up at her face. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she watches me worship her body. The vulnerability in her expression steals my breath. In this moment, she's offering more than just her body. She's giving me her trust, her faith that I can help her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I breathe against her skin, reverence lacing every word as I draw one dusky nipple into my mouth. She gasps, her back arching off the bed as I lavish her with slow, gentle attention, my tongue circling the sensitive peak until it hardens beneath my care. Her hands slip into my hair, not just urging but anchoring me there, as if she knows I would worship her forever if given the chance.
I shift my attention to her other breast, giving it the same reverent treatment while my hand slides down her stomach, feeling the quiver of muscles beneath my touch. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I find her slick and ready, her body responding to me in ways that make my cock throb with need.
“Please,” she whimpers, her hips lifting to meet my touch as I circle her clit with my thumb. “I need you inside me.”
“I need to be inside you too, kitten, but I'm worried about hurting you.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her tremble beneath my lips. “Your body's still healing.”
She sits up, pushing against my shoulders. “Then let me take control.”
Before I can respond, she shifts us, rolling me onto my back with surprising strength. She straddles me again, slick warmth hovering just above my cock, teasing us both.
“Like this. Let me show you what I need.”
Fuck. The sight of her above me, bruised but unbowed, claiming her own pleasure, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. My hands grip her thighs as she lowers herself, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance.
