Page 26 of Reaping Havoc
She was my fucking oxygen. I needed her to breathe.
The only way I would rest tonight is if I had her in my arms.
Chapter 9 Nylah
Inever slept deeply anymore. It just wasn’t possible with late pregnancy. My daughter pressed on my bladder, and her movements would wake me. Since Gavin and Gage were born, my body had tuned in; a part of me was always alert, even when I slept. Most mothers probably experienced something similar. We would wake up the moment our kids needed us.
Perhaps it was something biological, but I always knew when one of them was up and about or sneaking out of bed. I also knew when Rael came home. His presence in the house was powerful. I felt it the instant he opened the door to our bedroom and remained still while delicious anticipation grew as I thought of his skilled tongue and all his wicked promises.
But tonight, he lingered beside the bed instead of climbing in right away. He watched me, only his breathing confirmation that he was still there. With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see his expression. Since it was so dark, I wouldn’t be able to anyway, but a part of me knew he was fighting some inner demon and not the two who shared his body. This wasn’t the Reaper or the Berserker. Something was bothering Rael.
I didn’t have a chance to ask because I heard him undress, carefully draping his cut over a chair as I peeked. His broad back and strong shoulders carried burdens I couldn’t begin to fathom. His position as Sergeant at Arms of the club required sacrifice, bravery, and secrecy that few men could handle.
One of the many reasons I loved him. His heart was huge, even if he was duty-bound to reap souls for the devil.
The bed dipped as he joined me, sliding beneath the covers as I rested on my back. Without his nudging, I opened my thighs wide, feeling him settle between them.
“I love you, Nylah.”
He said those words to me every single day. But tonight, they were spoken with a fierceness and conviction that nearly brought tears to my eyes.
Something happened. I knew that for sure now. It probably resulted from whatever he learned about the man who showed up at our home and wore the same skeletal face makeup. It was jarring to think about.
Rael’s hands wrapped around my stomach, and he kissed it, nuzzling his nose to the surface of my skin. “I know you’re awake. You can’t fool a Reaper.”
“I was giving you time,” I whispered, which wasn’t a lie.
“I know.” He kissed my stomach again and lifted his head. “Lie back and relax. Let me love you.”
My biker usually used crude words and dirty talk. I loved it. But at this moment, his tenderness and his volatile emotions required my obedience. I listened, lifting my hips as he tugged off my panties and pajama shorts.
“Pink,” he growled. “Wet. Perfect.Mine.”
I nearly jolted when I expected soft licks and instead, he speared me with his tongue, eagerly fucking me with his fingers too as he added two of them. I gripped the sheets, unable to hold back a moan as he teased my clit with his other hand, not coaxing my surrender and orgasm, but demanding it.
I reached the peak and toppled over faster than I anticipated, my hips riding his face as I heard him feasting on my release.
There was something addicting and erotic about how he devoured me, as turned on by my taste and reaction as he was to getting me off.
I panted as he rose, gently picking me up and moving me lower in the bed until my bottom rested against the edge of the mattress.
“Need inside you. Deep.”
“I want that too.”
“I’ll try to be careful, my love.” His hand cradled the side of my face as he bent over me, careful not to put pressure on my stomach. “Beloved. My lifeblood.”
“I love you. Every part of you, Rael.”
His chest rumbled as he kissed me and then began to stroke his cock as he stood, pumping his fist over the thick length. I never grew tired of watching him or the power that rippled through the bulky muscles and hard lines of his body. He was magnificent.
He knew I was still wet from his mouth, so he didn’t bother to check before he lined up and plunged deep inside me, groaning as he sank to the root. We both stilled as I gripped his hand. Rael laced our fingers and held onto my hip with his other palm. His hips began to piston as he glided between my thighs, immediately locking us into the throes of pleasure.
I couldn’t say how long it lasted. With him, it was always too quick and just right at the same time. Not because he didn’t last. Quite the opposite. My man had plenty of stamina.
But I never wanted this connection to break when we combined like this, becoming almost one soul instead of two.
“Mine,” he suddenly declared with a growl, moving faster, pushing deeper.
