Page 103 of Reaper’s Wrath

“Oh, yesss…” I clutch his back, my nails scraping against his skin.

Elio’s thrusts intensify. “You’re mine, buttercup. Always have been … always … will be,” he utters between panted breaths.

“Yours,” I cry, my body catching fire, rendering me incapable of further speech. I’m swept into a tornado of pleasure, launching me high into the sky where I float among the clouds. Right there with me, Elio hisses as his own release surges. He gives me three more slow, intentional thrusts as his cock claims me.

We hold one another. Weak. Elated. At peace.

When his body is able to hold him again, he brings his lips to mine in a sensual kiss. His hips flex, moving him inside me again. I figure he’s simply enjoying the after-effects, but then realize that’s not the case when I feel him harden inside me. Already?

“El?” I ask, breathless from our kiss and still dazed from my orgasm.

“Not enough,” he grunts. “Want you too much to be done already.”

He rolls me onto my stomach and bends my knees beneath me so that my ass is bared to him. I’m expecting him to push inside me from behind, so I gasp when his mouth is suddenly lapping at my center. He’s lying down with his head beneath me, tugging my hips to pull me closer.

“Don’t want to suffocate you,” I mumble, eyes rolled back with pleasure.

His tongue sweeps the length of my slit.

“No better way to go. Now relax and let me taste you.” He gives my ass a light smack of encouragement that makes my insides clench. I can feel how wet I am with both our juices, and while I feel awkward knowing it’s there, he has to know as well, and if he wants to eat me anyway, who am I to stop him?

I ease myself closer only to flinch back upward with a gasp.

“So sensitive,” I breathe.

“Mmm …” he hums against me, and God does it feel good. Good enough to help me relax again. Only, I want him to feel good, too, so I start to turn.

“I don’t think so, beautiful. You stay right where you are.”

“What about you?” I peek at him below me, not wanting to be selfish.

“I’m getting exactly what I want.”

“Okay.” The word carries on a long exhale pulled from me when his tongue returns to its disciplined devotion of my clit.

Elio licks and laves and savors me for endless minutes until my thighs quiver and quake with anticipated release. He stops before I can come, yet again, and returns to his knees. His hands caress my backside, gently pulling my cheeks apart while he admires the view.

“Love to see you wet and slick and swollen.”

“Only for you,” I assure him.

Elio growls. “Say it again.”

“Only for you, Elio. Only you.”

He makes a strangled groan when he thrusts inside me. “Fuck, yes.” Holds himself curved around my body for a second. When he lifts away, he slides my hair to one side of my neck.

“I want to see my mark while I fuck you.” His savage words reignite the magic his tongue was casting moments earlier. Soon, I’m rocking back into him, riding him as much as he’s pounding into me.

“Yes, Elio. I’m so close.”

His body curves close to mine again so that he’s almost rutting against me. It feels primal and perfect. One hand reaches beneath me to clutch my breast.

“Come for me, buttercup,” he demands while his fingers pinch my nipple. The combined sensations send me hurdling over the edge. I scream. Elio roars behind me. We fall together into an abyss of pleasure.

After we return to the land of the living, Elio helps me to the bathroom and wets a warm washcloth while I use the toilet. When I’m done, he has me put a foot on the toilet seat so he can wash me clean. He’s tender and meticulous, adding a kiss to my belly when he’s done.

“You still hungry?” he asks, leading me back to the bedroom.