Speaking of heart-shaped, I look down at her nipple.
“Can I?”
She nods and I’m gentle as I unfasten the metal and it releases her. She gasps, and I lean forward and place a tender kiss against the soft bud. Love’s nails scratch lightly against my scalp, and I look up at her as she pushes some dark hair out of my face.
Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but it feels like the cupid is looking at me like she wants the same things that I do. Would she risk her standing as a cupid? Sure, she brought me to the party to make a statement, but to really be with me would be to break away from societal norms.
“You’re beautiful too, you know?” she whispers.
I shake my head, and she pushes more hair out of my face.
“You weren’t what I expected. You are so much more,” she says, and I swear it feels like she shoved one of her arrows into my chest, my heart aches and I want to spill my guts to her, but I don’t.
Fear holds me back.
Fear of rejection, and going back to my life the way it was before this stunning pink creature entered my life.
“Stay?” she asks, and I nod my head. Does she mean the night or forever? I want her to mean forever.
I hiss when I pull out of her and then pull back, watching as my release spills out of her and onto the silky red sheets.
“That can be your side of the bed then,” she says with a laugh and walks over to the bathroom. I follow her like the hopeless puppy that I am as she turns on the spray.
I fuck her nice and slow against the wall of the shower and wonder how in the fuck I got so lucky.
Maybe I don’t hate Valentine’s Day anymore.
It’s been about an hour since we got out of the shower, and we lie on Love’s bed. She’s completely passed out, her lips parted as she breathes heavy with sleep, her face pressed against my chest.
Has anything ever felt this good?No.
I, of course, don’t remember my mortal life, but I can’t imagine anything that comes close to how I feel right now. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m more than just a reaper, I’m more than just my job.
Love makes me want things that I haven’t considered in a very long time. I want to protect her, dominate her, own her, and maybe… just fucking maybe she wants that too.
Perhaps there’s more to my immortal existence that I ever took into account—love—both in the emotional sense, and the sleeping woman on top of me.
Neither of us have said a word about what happens after this. Our deal was for me to come to this party to show up Eros, but could she possibly want more?
Could this sweet, hopeless romantic find it in her heart to want me, a reaper with a dark cloud following him?
I think she could.
My lips press against her hair, and I inhale her strawberry scent and groan, my cock hardening even though I was just inside of her not even an hour ago.
There’s a warmth in my chest that I don’t know how to discern, but then I realize I’m being summoned to collect a soul.
“Love?” I whisper her name, not wanting to wake her up. I kiss the side of her face and dress in a flash.
“Love?” I say her name with a little shake; she snores lightly and turns to her side, her pink hair spilling over the pillows. “I’ll be back later,” I tell her with a kiss to the side of her head.
There’s nothing around to leave a note, so instead I grab one of the heart-shaped nipple clamps, hoping the cupid will realize I’m wanting to hear from her as soon as possible. If I get this done quickly, I can come right back into her warm bed before she even wakes up.
I teleport to Earth and realize that while I can pop out of Cupidale, I can’t pop back in.
Shit.
I’ll just have to summon Love as soon as I have the opportunity. I know all the cupids have the day off tomorrow, but as soon as she’s back on this plane, I can summon her and ask her out on a proper date. I can tell her that I don’t want this to just be one night, that despite all the odds, I’m falling for the darling cupid.
