Page 9 of Reaper Razed

“Well, you ain’t dead yet, Brother. At least she gave you a choice… Why do you want a divorce?”

Taking a breath before answering, I say, “Since I forced her to marry me, she's been shot… twice… stabbed… kidnapped… plummeted from a fifth-story building… blown up an MC and is amassing a body count to rival all of us put together. She would have been better off never finding me.”

Viking’s smug grin spreads across his face as he sits there, shaking his head, “Firstly… how the fuck do you think you forced Ray to marry you? Secondly, she was kidnapped and shot and stabbed before she met you, and thirdly… you're a complete twat! She belongs here whether you two are together or not. She was already one of us before you came back, and also, do you even know the stuff she did before coming here?” He points the glass at me, shaking his head. “Night, Brother.”

I sigh. I suppose I don’t know everything about Ray's past; it has never seemed important. Gulping the water down, I head into the bedroom. The door opens, and as I walk in, Ray’s sitting up in bed with her Kindle on her lap, the dogs on my side of the bed lying against her body.

“Hades, get off,” I say. He raises his head, looks at me, then at Ray, then rests his head back down. “Hades off!” I say with slightly more oomph. He doesn't even lift his head this time; just shifts his eyes at me, then closes them again.

“Still want a divorce?” Ray's voice is soft and quiet, glancing up at me.

“No!” I snap.

“Hades,” she breathes, and he skulks off the bed and knocks into me as he strides out of the door.

Fuck that dog! I step further into the room and close the door behind me. I take off my t-shirt and slide up onto the bed where the dog had been. As she flattens her legs out, placing the Kindle on the nightstand, I curl my head into her lap, and her hand lays on my cheek. “Wanna talk?”

“No,” I reply again, she starts to stroke the side of my face, but I can smell her arousal from here.

I wrap my arm around her and nuzzle at the hem of my wife-beater, running my thumb over her thigh. I push her legs apart and nestle between them. She shifts down the bed so she can lie down, and I whisper, “I’m sorry,” before flicking my tongue out and licking her from back to front. I feel a shudder run through her as she takes a deep breath. What the fuck am I doing? I lick her again as I slide my hand up her thigh, slipping in a finger, and then back out to circle her clit. She moans.

I grin against her thigh, nipping down gently on it before licking her again. I start caressing her with my tongue and finger, inserting another and pumping a few times before sucking her clit into my mouth, rubbing that sweet spot inside. She arches her back off the bed. She winces slightly and stills, pausing for a second before her glare reaches me. I slide in another finger, and she groans, making me smile again.

Fuck, she’s perfect. What the fuck am I thinking? Speeding up my thrusting fingers and flicking my tongue. I nip her clit, her breaths are coming in stuttered now, and her chest’s rising and falling more vigorously than before. She has a slight flush on her cheeks and her chest. Sucking on her clit, I pump my fingers till I feel her still and clench down on my hand. Her breaths have come in short till they have stopped altogether.

“Be a good girl, baby, and come on my tongue.” I continue my sucking and thrusting as she comes around me, groaning into her sweet pussy as I lap up every single drop of her orgasm. As she shudders, I slide up her body, kissing as I go, sliding my dick out of my boxers and pushing them down.

I want to make love to you.” I close my eyes as all my emotions hit me. I don’t want to lose her. I never had. I want to keep her safe. I regret forcing her to marry me. It was a dirty trick. If I hadn’t married her, maybe she wouldn’t have been injured so much, and maybe she wouldn’t be the slightly psychotic killer I love so much, but maybe is too hard to think about. Maybes are fucking with my head.

I just want to be buried inside my wife and thank whatever force of nature has spared her this time, sliding into her soaked pussy. I slide in and out with such slow, steady thrusts as I lean up away from her strapped-up shoulder and kiss her like my life depends on her, and it does. I’m nothing without her. I can’t live without her. I won’t.

We’ve never made love before, I’ve fucked her a million different ways, and she’s fucked me a million different more, but this is different. This is me needing to know she’s still with me, still alive, still mine, still breathing, still owning my heart, my twisted black soul and my body sliding up her again. She arches against me.

I cup her cheek as I rock against her, making her gasp. “I fucking love you,” I half-slur, half-whisper. I can’t stop staring at her face.

As if she could read my thoughts, she kisses me gently. “I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere, but I am okay!” I sigh and rest my head on hers as I tilt again, sliding against each other unhurried, sharing a part of us we’ve not before. I know at this moment that till death do us part is how this life is gonna go, and I’m here for it.

I need this woman to breathe, think straight, focus, and love. Sliding up her again, her breath hitches in the back of her throat, and I smile against her lips.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me?” I close my eyes and whisper out as I sink myself back inside her.

“I promise,” she swears, and with that, I up my pace, slightly catching her clit as I slide against her, as she gasps again. This time, I lead with a little more force, sliding in and out while she shudders around me, slowly building into her orgasm before following her over the edge. After I’m truly empty, I reach and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her till my heart stops aching and my soul feels complete.

Rising from the bed, I go into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean up my mess. After cleaning her up, I lay down beside her.

“Steel…” she lets out a shaky breath, searching my eyes for answers, leaning in and kissing her again. I pull her as close to me as I can get her.

I shake my head, “Shhh.” She blinks, taking a deep breath, and I snuggle into her side. “Shhh, baby, sleep.”

Pa Cade

As I leave the airport, Bernie’s sitting in the lay-by waiting for me, “Is that everything?”

“Yep, turns out I don’t have much stuff at all. A lot of this is for Ray and Steel. I sorted through all the old photos and got copies made.” shrugging.

“Fuck, man, she’s gonna love that.”

I smile over at him. “How is she really?”

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