Before I could ask, I felt him close the distance between us. His arm snaked around my waist, his hand moving under my top. Reaper’s mouth was on my neck, kissing his way down my shoulder. I was lost to the sound of the crushing water, and his embrace.
“Weren’t you going to tell me about the Forsaken Crew?” I managed to get out as his hand drifted to my mini skirt, his rough fingers running over my bare thighs, causing a ripple of goosebumps to light up over my skin.
“Later,” he said, gruffly, his teeth grazing over my earlobe. I turned my head just in time for him to catch my lips with his own. The kiss rendered me mindless as I got swept up in him.
He lurched me forward. I pulled away from his lips, gasping when I realised he’d made my hands hold onto the railing tightly, before he pushed me forward onto it. His feet kicked my ankles out wider, my skirt over my hips and my panties ripped from me.
“Seriously, Wyatt,” I grunted. “You’re going to have to buy me a goddamn lingerie store.”
“Stop fucking wearing them then,” he growled, his hand coming down to smack my ass. I pitched forward more, my hands holding onto the railing harder as I looked down at the beautiful water below me. His fingers slid between my folds, easily sliding into my core. There was just something about him,and his bike, and well…fucking everything, that made me wet with just a simple touch or growl.
Yeah, it was definitely the growl.
“Fuck me, you’re so wet already,” he growled in my ear, and I preened. A moan escaped from me as he slid a second finger into me. “Is it me or is it the waterfall, huh?”
A third finger and I felt my body press against the railing, the rough wood digging into my chest. “You, it’s definitely you,” I cried out, loving how deep his fingers were, how wide he was stretching me. He pulled his fingers out of me, and I almost yelped at the sudden loss.
The sound of his belt buckle opening and zipper being pulled down had my thighs clenching in anticipation. His cock was at my entrance, nudging softly, before I felt his hand circle my throat and squeeze, his mouth next to my ear. “Good fucking answer.”
Reaper slid his cock into me in one thrust until I could feel his hips on my ass. I cried out into the air, my scream echoing in the dense wilderness. I slammed one hand over my mouth to silence myself, when I felt Reaper pull all the way out.
“I want to hear how loud I make you scream, Rowan, don’t ever silence yourself.”
I tore my hand away, taking hold of the railing once more, just as he pumped into me, hard, fierce, and claiming. His fingers dug into my hips, painful, and yet incredibly sexy. I lived for the pain, for the way he held and squeezed my neck, dominant, and only ever after my pleasure.
Reaper fucked into me like a man possessed, and only ever after my own gratification, a claiming for him, and a promise to me. I wanted this for the rest of my life. The realisation came at me with a startling clarity that had tears peaking at the corners of my eyes.
I loved him.
A loud crack came from under my hands and chest. I gasped when I felt the railing wobble underneath me. Fear shot through my body. I heard Reaper grunt as I squeezed around him. His arm wrapped around my waist tight and before I could stop it, the railing from underneath me fell into the water below. I hung over the edge, held up by his arm, and his hand around my throat. Breathing became impossible. I could fall if his arm slipped. I could plunge us both into a watery grave.
Hell, maybe that’s the way to go.
When Reaper pulled me back, his cock so deep in me that I felt like an addition to his body, I groaned at the sensation. His fingers tightened around my throat, cutting off my air, as he hauled me upward. His cock was reaching places inside of me I didn’t even know existed, his mouth on my jaw, my earlobe.
“Do you trust me?”
My mind tried to respond, but I couldn’t think as he pumped his cock into me, my back to his front, his fingertips digging into my neck. I was seeing stars as the sound of his growl and the waterfall were loud in my ears.
“Do.You.Trust.Me?” he asked, a thrust after every word.
I nodded, as much as I could with the air being cut off from my throat. Slowly, he eased his hold on my throat, placing a gentle kiss on my heated skin. He placed my hands on the arch of the railing, to the sides of where the railing had fallen.
“Don’t let go,” he said, before he bent me over, so I was looking down at the water below, and pounded into me. One arm was wrapped around my waist tightly, his other hand on my hip, and his cock slamming into me so hard, I could scarcely breathe. “God, Rowan, you’re squeezing the fuck out of my cock. Come for me, baby.”
The growl that erupted from him after that had my pussy clenching hard over his cock, as I cried out into the air, my scream echoing toward the crashing water. “Fuck, Wyatt, yes!”
He tightened his grip on me, as I felt my body snap violently, all the blood rushing to my pussy and clit, sending me into a euphoria like I’d never experienced before.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled in my ear, as he pulled me up to lean against one of the railings to the side of the arch, pulling my leg up to give him more room, and for him to slam into me harder, deeper.
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
What was my name again?
A few more hard thrusts and I felt Reaper come hard inside of me, his relieved grunts echoing around me, and wrapping me up in a cocoon.
Forever.
