Page 152 of Reaper
“Are you okay, Anthony?” she asks as she eyes me closely.
Stepping closer, I place my hand on the side of her neck as my thumb caresses her jaw and cheek while my other hand grips her hip.
“Darlin’…”
She frowns as she eyes me warily and I realize I’m fucking this up.
I take a deep breath. “Sorry, Darlin’. I’m not good with stuff like this or talking about things like this.”
Her lips twitch like she’s trying not to smile. “I don’t believe that for a second, Anthony. You’ve never had a problem sayingwhat you mean before. I like that you don’t sugarcoat things. It’s a trait of yours that I’ve always loved. I know exactly where I stand with you. I don’t have to guess or try to figure out a hidden meaning behind something you say.”
The tightness in my chest loosens at that, which makes me realize I may have been overthinking how to do this and what to say all along.
Leaning down, I kiss her, needing to pour all of my emotions into the kiss. After a few moments, I pull back and look down into her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes.
“Lark, I love you. I’ve known for a long time that you were the woman for me, and I hope that I can be the man that you deserve.”
“You already are,” she whispers, her eyes shiny with unshed tears, and I wonder if she knows where I’m going with this.
Pulling the box out of my pocket, I kneel and she gasps when I open the box revealing a radiant cut diamond ring surrounded by two rows of smaller diamonds. On the band, on both sides, more diamonds go about halfway down. The wedding band mirrors the band of the ring and with the exception that the diamonds go all across the top. I’d gotten a little bit of advice from Granny and judging by the look on Lark’s face, I was right to listen to her.
“Lark, I know our life won’t always be easy with being in the club, but I’ll always love you and will support you in any way I can. Lark, will you marry me? Be my wife and the mother of my children?”
“Yes,” she replies and shakily holds out her hand, tears streaming down her face.
I slide the ring on her finger, exhaling when it fits perfectly.
She stares at it for a moment before she falls to her knees, wraps her arms around me tightly and kisses me hard. She pulls away, staring at me intently.
“I love you so much, Anthony. I never thought I’d find someone that would love me for me, and then you walked into my life. After the fire, I wasn’t sure if you would still see me as the woman you’d gotten to know since standing up for me to those who shall not be named,” she says, and I huff a little laugh at that. “But then you called me ‘Darlin’’ when you helped me out of the car, and I’m not going to lie, a part of me was confused while the other was relieved that you didn’t look at me any differently, even with my scars.”
Reaching up, I tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her scarred cheek. “I could never look at you differently. I love you for who you are. You were gorgeous before and I still find you gorgeous.” In fact, it’d be pretty hypocritical if I didn’t since we are both heavily scarred.
She leans forward kissing me and I thread my hands into her hair, holding her close as my need rises.
Lark moans and when I pick her up her arms tighten around my neck as the kiss turns hungry. I lay her down on the bed, and Lark’s arms tighten around me even more. Leaning on my elbows, I keep most of my weight off her. She moans when she wiggles, feeling me hard against her core.
“I need you, Anthony,” she gasps out as she peppers my jaw with kisses.
I kiss down her throat, loving her moans and the little gasps that slip past her swollen and bruised lips. Her hands tremble as she undoes her cut and then I take over, undoing the buttons of her shirt, kissing the newly exposed skin each time a button is undone. She sits up when I’m done and slips out of her shirt. Her black lacy bra has me groaning and I lick along the cup of one breast, loving the hitch in her breath as her skin pebbles. Reaching around, I unhook her bra and as soon as it falls away, I capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, hard.
“Anthony!” she hisses as her hands fly to my hair, holding me in place. I tease her nipple with my tongue and gently graze it with my teeth as I let it go with a pop.
I do the same to the other breast, teasing it in the same manner before I kiss down her stomach. She lays back down and I pop the button on her jeans before lowering the zipper. She lifts her hips, and I pull her jeans down, belatedly realizing I didn’t take off her boots. Quickly, I unlace them and tug off her jeans along with her socks.
My cock twitches in my pants as I look at her, lying on the bed in just a black thong.
Wanting to feel her skin, I take off my cut and whip off my shirt. I leave my pants on for now, knowing that if I took them off now, I wouldn’t last long and I don’t want to spoil this for Lark.
Leaning in, I run my tongue down the slit of her panties and she moans loudly before slapping a hand over her mouth.
Pulling back, I nip at her thigh, which has her jumping slightly.
“I want to hear those moans, Darlin’.”
“But I don’t want anyone else to hear us.”
I nip her thigh again. “I don’t give a fuck what they think. They’re going to know we were up to something once they see your ring, but if you’re worried, then you’ll just have to keep quiet, but I want to hear your beautiful moans and the sounds you make.” I pause as I pull her thong to the side and lick along her folds. “Now, be a good girl and give me those moans.”
