Page 43 of Lunatic
“Reaper,” I respond.
“They call him Reaper, because he’s a serial killer. His actual name is Nico.”
She knits her brows together and stares at me in shock.
“Two serial killers in one family? That’s some DNA.”
I move us both so she’s on her back, and I’m over her. My hands cradle the back of her head, and her wide eyes stare back at me, as she begs me not to put her under water.
“Please don’t. Please, Raven.”
Leaning my head down, I press my lips to hers and kiss her softly, before assuring her I’m not planning to do what she fears I will.
“I’m not putting your head under water. Not today. If I did, you’d be safe, but we aren’t doing that tonight.”
I pull her up to a sitting position so she’ll relax. There are times I will want her fear, but tonight is not one of those nights. Right now, I just want to be inside her.
Taking the soap, I squirt some into my palm, and start with her arms and up to her neck. We’re both quite dirty, but probably her more than me, after the extended time in isolation. Even still, she’s fucking stunning.
“Up on your knees.”
She does as she’s told, and I continue washing her tits, down to her abdomen, before tackling her legs. It pisses me off that Alexsander did what he did to her, and that it’s partially my fault. I’m not much better than my mother, because I stood by and let him. I was going to let him kill her, without intervening. I could have stopped him from ever taking her to that fucking cell, but I didn’t. I swallow hard as I wash her pussy, and think about everything he did to her.
“Don’t,” she says, as if she can hear my thoughts.
“Like you said. It happened, and I’ll deal with it. I don’t want either of us thinking about it.”
After I wash her back, she tilts her head at me, and pulls her lips into a faint smile.
“My turn.”
“Fuuuck,” I groan, because I’ve not had her hands on me much, but every time I do, it makes me crazy with desire for her, to a point that all my control slips away.
I observe her as she puts some body wash into her small hands, and rubs my chest with the soap in gentle swipes.
“Why do you count?”
I take a deep painful breath before responding.
“I started doing that when I was a kid. I was terrified of the dark, and I still am. Being outside at night doesn’t bother me. But if I’m locked in a dark room, I freak out. Counting was my way of calming myself. Crazy, I know. I’ve tried to stop but I can’t. It slows the panic, and lets me find a way out of whatever situation I am in.”
She moves below my hips and grabs my cock, cleaning me thoroughly. I think it’s the first time she’s touched my dick, definitely the first time she’s done it consensually, and fuck, I like it.
“Raven,” she whimpers, and it’s almost as if I can physically feel my control snap, like a tree trunk under the attack of a storm.
I rise out of the water and grab her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she giggles softly.
“We’re wet,” she says.
Setting her on the bathroom counter, I grab a fluffy white towel from the heated rack, and dry her off quickly, before doing the same with my body. I toss the towel on the floor and lift her to carry her to the bedroom. Placing her arms around my neck, she wraps her legs around my waist, as I hold onto her with both hands on her ass.
I walk into the open room and kick the door shut behind me. I immediately take her to the bed and lie her down. Taking a moment to feast my eyes on every fucking inch of beauty, I’m in awe of her. Even with her body thinner than it should be, she’s simply gorgeous. Not only does it make my cock hard, it causes my heart to pound furiously.
“Spread your legs. Let me see you. All of you.”
Her cheeks heat a bright red color as she opens for me.
I grab my cock and squeeze on my length to ease the ache. It doesn’t work, because the whimper that escapes from her lips makes me even harder.
