Page 40 of Reaper Released

I kiss and bite down on his neck, and he starts to thrust into my hand, quickening his breaths, and when I hit the spot just below his ear, I sink my teeth into his neck. His breath stutters, and with a feral growl, his dick swells. He erupts, pulsing streams of hot come across my stomach. I keep pumping until he stills, and then I brush my thumb over his tip, causing him to shudder and gasp while his eyes fling open and he comes down from his high.

I reach up my thumb, sliding it over my tongue and my piercing, and suck his come off it.

He stares into my soul. “I’m so fucked!” he breathes as he reaches a shaking hand to cup my face and pull me in for a devastating kiss.

When we break apart, I shake my head. “That’s something we both agree on! So, what do we do now we’ve both agreed we’re fucked?”

He gives me a god-honest, panty-dropping if-I-was-wearing-them smile, and I know I’m a goner.

“Marry me?”

“What the fuck?”

“Marry me!”

“Steel, that’s insane.”

“And?”

My breath comes out all shaky. “I don’t know what to say. Steel, I barely know you.”

“Fuck, Ray, say yes!” Staring into his eyes and him back into mine, he leans into me and kisses me, slowly running his tongue against mine. All my fight is gone, he's almost giving in to me, almost gentle, but it's so intense and leaves me panting for breath.

He whispers against my lips. “Marry me?”

Then he kisses me again, the passion rising. I can feel my thighs slicking, he slides his hand over my stomach, sliding between my legs and running his leg between and kicking my foot out, running his hand between my thighs, between my lips, and I gasp. He kisses me again, taking my breath away, whispering against my lips again.

“Marry me, Ray?” He thrusts his fingers inside me, rubbing his thumb across my clit and his tongue into my mouth in a punishing rhythm, my breath hitches again as my orgasm starts to build, and I gasp into his mouth.

He whispers again, “Marry me?”

I’m trembling. “You're playing dirty, Steel!” I moan into his mouth.

He kisses me again and carries on, thrusting his fingers in and out, in and out, and rubbing at my clit, quickening but then slowing his movements, making me pant and my breath hitch. My thighs shake, and my chest pounds. I’m so close, but he’s playing dirty, dicking around, edging me. I’m starting to get frustrated.

“Marry me?” He keeps bringing me to almost orgasming, then backing off. I start to gasp. Anticipation is driving me insane again, bringing my orgasm to the point of destruction, only to slip away slightly. I swear I’m gonna kill him.

“Marry me?” He breathes into me, pinching at my clit. I start seeing stars. He smiles against my lips, then licks down across my jaw to my neck. Finding the same spot I bit on him. He licks across it, quickening his thrusts with his fingers and thumb, then biting down and sucking as I tighten around his hand, causing me to shout out his name while I come undone.

I’m thrashing against him and the wall. It’s so intense from being on the edge for so long. While I hit the peak of my orgasm, he sucks my neck into his mouth so hard I know he’s leaving a mark. He bites down while I clench around his fingers, and while I come over his hand, he whispers, “Marry me?” against my neck.

I cry out, “Steel… Fuck… Yes! …Yes! Fuck yes!” I’m panting, a total mess. My pupils are blown, and I’m gasping for breath. I’m flushed and totally destroyed.

I come down, my legs shaking, my skin burning where he touched me, come running down my thighs, and he lifts his hand to his mouth, licking his hand and each finger into his mouth. “Fuck, you taste amazing. I can’t wait to call you my wife.”

I’m still panting and gasping for breath, and my vision still contains black spots, but I’m slowly coming back to normal. “You’re kidding, right? Are we really doing this?” I pant out. “This is fucking insane!”

He’s grinning at me. “You said Yes!”

“Yeah, I did.” Fuck, how the hell did he get me to say yes? Well, I know how… but fuck.”

“You can’t take it back!”

I stare into his eyes, searching his face. I’m not sure for what, but whatever it is, all I can see is his desire. He wants this, me to be his wife, and the more I look into his eyes, I find I want it too. Fuck, I want that so much. I hope it isn’t the orgasm talking, as that has blown my fucking mind, but god, I want him!

“No, marry me?” I smile at him.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll marry you.” He picks me up, swinging me around and kissing me like I’ve just given him the moon on a stick. Then, as he places my feet back on the floor, he kisses me again.

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