Page 23 of Reaper
Chapter Eight
Ara
Desperation and need clawed at Ara as Reaper settled himself on top of her.She savored the weight and his strength as he surrounded her, and couldn’t help her urge to touch him, to reassure herself that he was alive and well.Her hands traveled underneath his clothes and over the smooth skin of his back, not brave enough to explore any further.
His loud groan shivered over her, and she clutched him tighter.
Her life had taught her that time was never a guarantee.Hours before, she thought that Reaper had died from the wounds she watched him receive and it almost stopped her heart.When she had woken, a panic hadn’t allowed her to understand that Reaper was alive as he tried to pull her into his arms.It was only after she felt his pulse and noticed no residual pain in his features did she allow herself to relax and fall into his embrace.
She had been given a second chance with him.Whether it was from her intervention or because he would have healed himself in time, he had survived, and she refused to waste another minute.
Her movements were frantic as she tried to pull his black sweater up and off, but thoughts of bullets striking him kept repeating over and over again as she tried to block the images from her mind.She tried to convince herself that all was well, but she didn’t know whether she truly believed it.She became distracted from the horrific thoughts when he tugged his sweater off without moving away from her, and tossed it behind him, forgotten.Her hands traced the solid muscles on his chest, searching for any damage, but she couldn’t find anything but smooth, taut skin.
“I love your touch, beautiful,” Reaper mumbled.
She closed her eyes as the endearment slipped through his lips.Every time he had referred to her as beautiful, a part of her wanted to believe him, but she’d learned throughout her life that no one cared for anyone more than they did themselves.When he told her that she was his, panic flared and she had to remind herself that nothing in life was permanent.Her parents hadn’t wanted her, and when the danger passed, she had a feeling that Reaper would move on as well.
Over the last few days, she had lectured herself about getting too attached to Reaper.They shared kisses before Reaper had been shot, but they’d never gotten so heated that she ached for his touch.She rationalized that his attraction to her had been a result of the intense experience they had gone through.He would realize sooner rather than later that she was a danger to him and his friends and that he truly wouldn’t want her.Her feelings for Reaper, however, were much more complicated.
“What are you thinking about?” He pressed her hands harder against his chest and held them tightly.
She raised her eyes to meet his and blinked to clear her vision.Realizing that tears filled her eyes from her thoughts, she struggled out of his grip to wipe them away, but Reaper trapped both of her hands in one of his and lifted her arms above her head.With his other, he gently wiped away the tears that had fallen on her cheeks.
When he repeated his question, she refused to answer and instead lifted her mouth to his for a kiss.She pressed her lips against his, and moaned when he kissed her back.In his arms, she felt safe and wanted, but she knew that her time with Reaper was limited.Part of her knew that it was selfish to take advantage of a situation that he might regret later, but if he wanted her now, she would remember every touch and kiss and live off the memories for the rest of her life.
“I need you,” she begged.“Can I touch you?”
The intensity of his gaze as he searched for more tears drew a sigh from deep in her chest, but the next second, he took her by surprise when he flipped over onto his back.His fingers threaded together and rested beneath his head in a casual pose.
Her eyes roamed over him and although his posture was relaxed, the tension could be seen in the tightness of his jaw and the flexed muscles of his arms.
His gaze followed her as she rose to her knees.Tired of being tentative, she reached out and ran her hands over his chest, loving his intake of breath when her fingertips brushed against one of his nipples.Sliding her hands to his side, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his chest, savoring the growl that caused her to shudder.She lifted her head to see his reactions to her touch, never taking her mouth off him.His eyes blazed with a fire that heated her skin and clenched her core.As she kept his gaze in hers, she licked his nipple with a long, even stroke.
At her touch, his fingers threaded through her hair, and he pressed her tighter to his chest.His reaction filled her with a hunger she’d never experienced, and she wanted more.With each of his moans or growls, she grew bolder.This time as she kissed his nipple, she pursed her lips and sucked lightly.She loved when a long, low moan erupted from his throat.The suction increased, and when her tongue shot out to flick his swollen skin, his hips bucked against her, letting her know how much he desired her.
“Fuck.”
She smiled against his chest and without giving him time to change his mind, she smoothed her hands down his firm stomach until she reached the button on the black jeans he wore.All the while, her mouth tasted the skin on his chest and neck, distracting him before he stopped her from her mission.As her fingers released the top button, his hips thrust up, trying to buck her off.She refused to budge, grateful for her curvy body for the first time in her life.When she had lowered the zipper on his jeans, she slid down his body and hooked her fingers in the waistband and started to tug.
“Wait.”He sounded winded.
She ignored his command and blew out a relieved breath when he lifted, giving her permission to lower his jeans and shove them off.When his jeans hit the floor, she turned back to him and couldn’t help but lick her lips when her eyes landed on his erection.His moan almost made her glance at his face, but when a drop of liquid appeared at the tip of his cock, she moved without knowing what she planned to do.
Emboldened, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock while her tongue darted out and tasted him.She closed her eyes and savored the salty taste, and when the taste had disappeared, she opened her eyes, determined to draw more from him while giving him as much pleasure as she could.
She teased the base of his cock with short, darting licks, before her tongue flattened and she licked him from base to tip.
His deep groan encouraged her to continue.
Her tongue swirled around the head and without any warning, she slid him deep inside her mouth, increasing the suction as she closed her eyes and savored his taste.Her core clenched as she drew a deep growl from his throat.
“Ara, beautiful, I’m not going to last.”
Her hands stroked down his thighs and up again, before she cupped the base of his cock in her grip.She chose that moment to take a peek at his reaction, never stopping her ministrations.
His fists were clutched at his sides and there was strain on his face, but not from pain.He enjoyed her touch, and that knowledge had a powerful effect.
Taking her time to withdraw, she hovered her mouth over the head of his cock before she spoke.“But you feel so good.Please.”
