Page 179 of Reaper
“Stay. Please.”
“Of course, Darlin’.”
I turn on the shower and we both strip as the water heats up. We step in and once Lark steps under the spray, I turn her around and run my hands through her hair, knowing how much this relaxes her. When I’m satisfied her hair is completely wet, I turn her again and put a generous amount of the shampoo the hotel provided in my hands before running it through her hair. Lark moans and my traitorous body responds, even though this most definitely isn’t the time. I will my dick to go down, but it stubbornly refuses. I start stating mythological facts in an effort to control my body, but nothing works.
Turning Lark again, I carefully rinse the shampoo out of her hair without letting it run into her eyes, and then I repeat the processes with conditioner. I hesitate with the body wash, not sure if Lark wants me to do that or not, when something Timber once told me in confidence comes back to me. About the night Mae told Smoke, Odin, Punisher, and him about her past. Early the next morning, he woke up to her practically scrubbing her skin off in the middle of the night because she could still feel their hands on her.
I squirt a generous amount of body wash into my hands and starting at her shoulders, I gently massaging her muscles as I go while also trying to replace the feeling of his hands on her with my own. Once I’m done with one arm, I move to the other and then I do my best to keep my touch gentle rather than sexual as I clean her chest. I turn her and do the same with her back before kneeling and washing her ass and carefully doing the same to each leg.
I’d just finished with her second leg when she suddenly turns around. Still kneeling in front of her, I glance up to find her looking down at me, her eyes hooded with desire.
“I need you, Anthony.”
I swallow thickly but keep my gaze locked with hers. “I wasn’t doing that to have sex with you, Darlin’. I just wanted to wash away the feeling of his hands on you.”
Her face softens and she cups my jaw. “I know, and I can’t say how much it means to me that you did that. There were times when I was worried there’d be a break in the storm and I’d be taken somewhere else before you were able to find me. That they had something that could block the trackers from transmitting. I worried I might never see you again.”
Her eyes swim with unshed tears, and I stand, cupping her jaw and pressing my forehead to hers.
“I wouldn’t have stopped until I found you. You are my world, my everything, Lark.”
Leaning down, I kiss her soft lips, and she moans as she steps forward, pressing her body into mine. Breaking the kiss, I pepper kisses along her jaw. I make my way down her neck before kissing that one spot by her ear that drives her wild.
“Please, Anthony,” she begs and my body trembles at hearing her beg like that. “Make me yours again.”
Knowing I don’t have any supplies here, and that Lark doesn’t like shower sex without using silicone or an oil-based lube, I make sure all the soap is rinsed off before shutting off the shower. I snag a towel and then gently dry her body. Then, I give her the towel so she can do that twisty thing she does after washing her hair. Grabbing another towel, I quickly dry off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I step outside the bathroom and glance around the room, relieved when I find it still empty. I flip the lock on the adjoining door, not caring if the guys hear it or not.
Lark comes out of the bathroom, her hair down and a towel wrapped around her body and locks the main door. Walking over to her, she squeals when I pick her up but then clamps her hand over her mouth to try and muffle the sound.
Laying her down on the bed, I peel her towel off and lean over her. She stiffens for a moment and I freeze, not wanting to push her if she’s not ready. Then it dawns on me that I’m in the same position Darren was in when we stormed into the room.
“We don’t have to, Darlin’. We can get dressed and I can hold you all night long if you’re not ready.”
She shakes her head as she runs her hands down my chest and then around my hips to grab my ass. “No, I want this, Anthony. I want you. It was just a momentary thing since it’s the same position, but I don’t want to think about him.” She smirks as she pulls me closer to her. “I want you to fuck me, Anthony. Fuck me so hard that I’m going to feel it for days.”
Leaning forward, I kiss down her jaw, down her neck and across her collarbone.
“Tell me where, Darlin’.”
Her body tenses under mine for a second before she relaxes again, and I know she understands the unspoken part of my request.
To tell me where I need to kiss or touch to erase the feel of his touch on her.
She pushes slightly on my head and I kiss around her breast until I get to her nipple, which I suck into my mouth, letting my teeth graze it the way I know she likes. Opening my eyes, I will myself not to pay attention to the red marks on her breast from Darren.
Her back arches under me as she pushes herself harder against me. While I’m teasing her breast, she guides my other hand lower and I slip a finger into her pussy, moaning when I feel how wet she is for me. I switch breasts as I continue to finger fuck her, making sure my hand rubs against her clit as I do.
“Yes, yes,” she pants as her hips rise and she pushes against my hand for my friction.
When I can tell she’s close, I kiss down her stomach and she parts her legs for me. I latch onto her clit and suck hard. Lark slaps a hand over her mouth as she screams as her orgasm rushes through her and I lower myself, licking up her juices as I slowly thrust my fingers in and out of her to prolong her orgasm.
My gaze catches on the start of a red mark on her ass cheek and anger rises in me that he’s marked her again, but I push it down for now. Later I can work my anger out on the asshole, but right now, I need to take care of my woman.
I push her thighs forward as I kiss and nibble around the red mark, which has Lark writhing and moaning. As I do, I spot an area that looks like she’s gotten the start of a friction burn in between her ass cheeks. This time it’s harder to push down my rage, knowing he had thrust against her hard enough to give her a slight burn, but I don’t have the supplies with me to take her that way. That part will need to wait until we’re back home. If she wants me to that is.
“Anthony, please,” Lark begs and I lower her legs, kissing up her stomach until I claim her lips in a bruising kiss.
A shudder runs through me when she drags her nails up my back and I pull back slightly, notching myself at her entrance before glancing up at her one last time in question. She nods and I slowly push forward, wanting to savor the feeling of her body adjusting to taking me in.
