Dread hit her and she yanked back. “Your wound.”
He didn’t even look; he just fisted her hair and tilted her head to the side. “It’s almost healed.” And then his mouth covered hers again and she forgot all about re-opening the stitches or the possibility of another infection.
God, she wanted him so bad. His skin rubbed against hers, flesh rubbing against flesh in a dance of ecstasy. With his other hand, Reaper cupped her hip and he began to move her against his length in a rhythm meant to imitate lovemaking. Caroline started to shake.
Reaper broke the kiss so abruptly she floundered, but he lifted her higher and closed his lips over her nipple. “Reaper!”
Had she thought his love bite intense? This was light years beyond that. He’d turned her into a ticking time bomb, ready to go off in a moment’s notice.
His tongue rasped over her hard peak, lapping at her until she was nothing but a writhing, moaning mass of need in his arms. Heat poured into her core and the throbbing intensified.
Dear God, she’d never had one before, but she was almost certain she was on the verge of an orgasm. She was drawn so taut, any other little touch, no matter how slight, would snap her in two. She was aware of every single place where their bodies were in contact, even the soft hair on his thighs rubbing against her calf muscles.
Her senses were so wrapped up in him she didn’t even realize he’d been moving her through the water until her back brushed against the bank. When his lips left her nipple, she ached. His hands splayed around her waist and he lifted her up onto the soft, mossy grass, and then he sprang up onto the land at her feet, standing over her, every inch of his body exposed for her exploration.
Water dripped from his golden skin. His thighs and legs packed as much muscle as his chest and arms did. There was no way he was human—no man was this perfect. But he was here, standing before her, alive and breathing and hard for her.
He was like a god.
Trembling, she scooted back from the water’s edge. Reaper went to a knee, pushing her legs apart. His swollen length protruded from the dark hair at his groin, reaching almost to his belly button. Caroline gulped.Would he fit?
She’d never seen or touched a penis before. Besides that one event when she was a teenager, her sheltered life had kept her mostly away from men except in social settings, and honestly, she’d never been that interested. But now she was fascinated. She wanted to touch him, to feel him, and so she did.
Her fingers wrapped around his length, the tips not touching. Reaper jerked and threw his head back, the veins on his neck standing out as though he was in pain.
Scared she’d done something wrong, Caroline drew her hand back, but he shackled her wrist and wrapped her fingers around him once more. “Don’t stop.”
Emboldened, she traced his length, marveled at the satiny feel of his skin over such hardness.
Reaper held himself completely still, letting her explore and learn. A drop of wetness formed on the crown and she swiped her thumb over it, instantly curious. That tiny movement seemed to be his undoing and he yanked from her grip and pushed her back onto the grass.
“Now it’s my turn.” She tensed as Reaper lay between her spread thighs, unsure of what to expect. When his tongue touched her clit, pleasure bordering on pain zinged through her body and her hips bowed off the grass.Dear, sweet lord.
Seeming to read her mind, Reaper repeated that movement, his rough tongue rasping over her again and again. Her muscles clenched so tight she didn’t think she could take it another minute. She wanted him. She needed him. “Reaper, please!”
He just growled and kept going, his movements becoming faster and more urgent. When she felt his fingers slip inside her, she exploded, the orgasm knocking her completely off guard.
Bright star lights pierced her vision and she lay there at his mercy.
She was barely aware of him withdrawing and rising over her, of him lining himself up at her entrance. Her worry that he wouldn’t fit was gone. When he slowly inched into her, she felt only burning pleasure. He stretched her, dominated her. She wanted more.
He butted up against something inside her, her body not yet ready to take all of him. He dropped to his elbow in the grass, captured her lips in a fierce kiss and then pulled almost all the way out before slamming completely into her.
Something inside her had given way to his forceful thrust. A pinch of pain tugged at her insides and Caroline cried out into his mouth.
Reaper froze above her, his enormous size stretching her to the point of almost pain. He’d pushed in so deep, she couldn’t tell where she began and he ended. Panting, she drew in a breath and forced her body to relax so she could accept him. All of him.
“Did I hurt you?” Reaper’s eyes were pulled into tight slits, his strain obvious. Even though she was completely ignorant about sex, she knew he wanted to move. The effort he was expending to hold still, to make sure she was okay, was Caroline’s undoing.
She lifted her feet from the ground and wrapped her legs around his waist, arching into him, somehow taking in more of him. “No, you feel so good.”
As if that small action had broken his last dam of resistance, Reaper lowered himself down to her and took her lips in a kiss so tender it brought tears to her eyes. “I had no idea you were . . . If I’d known, I would’ve gone slower.”
She trapped his face in her hands and pressed a smattering of kisses across his strong jaw and soft lips. “You would’ve stopped, and I wanted you to keep going. I wanted this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”
A giant shudder worked down Reaper’s entire frame. He was so sexy like this. Vulnerable and raw, yet full of masculine power.
The horrors of the last months were worth it. They’d gotten her here. She’d found the perfect man for her, someone she would never have met under different circumstances, and he’d given her more pleasure than she’d dreamed possible.
