Page 110 of The Reaper's Vow
“Take what’s yours,” I growl, fighting the urge to thrust up into that wet, welcoming heat.
She sinks down slowly, her body stretching to accommodate me. A moan escapes her lips as she takes me inch by inch, her eyes locked with mine the entire time. When she's fully seated, she pauses, adjusting to the feeling of being completely filled.
“That's it,” I encourage, my voice rough with need. “You feel so fucking good around me, kitten.”
Her hands brace against my chest as she begins to move, lifting herself up before sliding back down with agonizing slowness. I groan at the sensation, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.
“That's it,” I encourage, watching her find her rhythm. “Take what you need.”
She moves with growing confidence, her body rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm that has me fighting to hold myself together. Each downward stroke pulls a small gasp from her lips.
I'm mesmerized by the sight of her. Her palms press against my chest for leverage as she begins to move faster, chasing her release.
“You're mine,” I growl, unable to stop the possessive words that tear from my throat. “Every beautiful inch of you.”
“Yours,” she agrees. “Only yours.”
I slide my hands from her thighs to her hips, helping guide her movements as she rides me.
I can’t look away. Karina moves above me like a goddess—strong, unyielding, determined. My hands anchor her hips, guiding her into a rhythm that wrings every ounce of pleasure from us both.
“That’s it, kitten,” I urge. “Take what you need.”
She shifts forward, changing the angle until each stroke draws a sharp gasp from her throat. Her curls fall around us, a dark veil that shuts out the world until there’s only her and me. I reach up, cupping her face, my thumb brushing over the bruise on her cheekbone like a vow.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her movements falter as she leans into my touch, a shiver running through her body. I can feel her tightening around me, each pulse dragging me closer to the edge. My wolf howls with satisfaction.
I growl, sliding my hand to the back of her neck and hauling her down into a kiss. She moans against my mouth, still riding me, chasing the oblivion only I can give her. I taste her desperation, her need to scrub away the ghosts of last night.
But I want more than her body. I want her soul.
“I love you,” I rasp into her kiss, the words ripping out of me before I can stop them. Raw, undeniable. “I fucking love you, Karina.”
The taste of her fuses with the force of the words, searing them into truth. It’s not instinct, not compulsion—it’s me, stripped bare, offering everything.
She freezes above me, lips parted, breath caught. Shock flashes across her features, halting the rhythm of her body.
“Say it again,” she requests.
“I love you,” I repeat, my hands framing her face as she continues to move above me, slower now but with more purpose. “I love your strength, your stubbornness, the way you challenge me. I love that you chose me even when every instinct told you to run.”
Tears gather in her eyes, but her smile is radiant. “I love you too.”
She loves me. My fierce, stubborn, perfect mate loves me back.
I flip us again, needing to be deeper inside her, needing to show her with my body what words can't express. She wraps her legs around my waist as I drive into her, setting a rhythm that has us both gasping.
“Damien,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as I move inside her. The sound of my name on her lips drives me wild, making me thrust deeper, harder. I need to be as close to her as physically possible, need to merge our bodies until there's no space left between us. Her body tightens around me, pulling me deeper with each stroke.
“Give in to me, kitten,” I murmur against her ear, rough with need. “Give your greedy fucking cunt what it needs.”
She comes with a cry that echoes off the walls, her body arching beneath me as waves of pleasure crash through our connection. I follow her with a growl that sounds more wolf than man.
I drop beside her, breath coming hard as I pull her close. Her pulse pounds against my ribs, echoing the rhythm still racing through me. The bond hums with her calm, her release. My wolf growls low in approval, knowing I’ve driven out every trace of another’s scent.
Karina shifts against me. “I can feel your smugness,” she says with a sleepy laugh.
