She reached for him again, this time pulling him down until his mouth was on her neck.His kiss there was slower, more intimate, lips lingering, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.
Elena slid her hands into his hair.It was short, thick, softer than she expected.He made another low sound, this one deeper, like it came from somewhere he didn’t let many people see.
Time stretched and blurred.They dispensed with their clothes.Reaper explored her body with his talented hands, touching the curve of her waist, the line of her spine.Every touch was deliberate, grounding.When he kissed her nipples, they tightened to points.Just from his touch alone, Elena’s thighs were wet with need.
Reaper pressed his mouth against hers again.She kissed him back just as fiercely, tasting beer and want.When he finally pulled back again, his eyes were dark, blown wide with heat.
“If we keep going,” he said quietly, “I’m not going to want to stop.”
Her heart hammered, but there was no fear in it now, only clarity.
“Then don’t,” she whispered.
Reaper fumbled for his discarded jeans, grabbing a condom before returning to her.She watched his beautiful cock—thick, beautiful, erect and ready for her.After slipping the condom on, he lifted her legs over his inked shoulders.He leaned forward, kissing her, then entered her.
He didn’t shove all the way in, he went slow and steady, ensuring she felt every delicious inch of him.Finally, he was buried deep in her and she moaned.
“Hurt?”he asked her.Elena only shook her head.
“Ride me, Reaper,” she begged and he complied.
He started with a steady rhythm first, before picking up the pace at her request.In a matter of moments, he reduced them both to panting messes.Sweat slicked their bodies.Each time Reaper entered her, it felt like their hearts connected.
It struck Elena, she had never felt this way with anyone else.No one had ever gotten under her skin the way Reaper did.Reaper switched the angle of his thrust and Elena gasped, eyes widening, arching her back.Having found her sweet spot, Reaper went for it again and again.
Needing something to hold onto, Elena gripped the sheets behind her.The pressure building inside her burst open at Reaper’s next push.The room fell away from her line of sight.Elena came, screaming out his name.Several thrusts later, Reaper climaxed.
Panting softly, Reaper slipped out of her.He made a quick trip to the bathroom, probably to dispose of the condom.When he returned, he had a small towel with him, and he cleaned them both up.
He slid in beside her, drawing her close with easy familiarity.Warmth wrapped around her as she settled against him, the solid rise and fall of his breathing steady beneath her cheek.
Feeling satisfied and pleasantly languid, Elena rested her head against his inked chest, tracing the edge of a tattoo absentmindedly with her fingers.The world slowed, the tension of the day finally loosening its grip.Before she realized it, sleep claimed her, deep and untroubled, wrapped in his arms.
Chapter Eight
“Again,” Reaper said, circling Elena.
