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Reaper took her right to the peak before releasing her sensitive nub and stroking both folds with the flat of his tongue.

Oh yeah, he liked to take her to that very edge before pulling back abruptly. It drove her crazy and he played into that.

But in the end, he never left her hanging.

No, he always made sure she got hers before going after his own. And with his skills, it usually didn’t take her long.

It all depended on how long he teased her.

And how much patience she had.

Tonight she didn’t have much. She needed skin to skin contact with him. She wanted to feel his weight.

Hear his voice.

Stare into his eyes.

A reminder that he survived being captured by dangerous crime syndicates. Not once, but twice.

But he was home and whole, and they wanted to put what happened behind them, even if only for a night. They could deal with the rest of the bullshit in the light of day.

This moment was just for the two of them.

When he scraped his teeth over her clit, it yanked her from her wandering thoughts. She quickly lost herself on what he was doing instead.

He was finger fucking her hard while eating her pussy like he hadn’t shoveled down two bacon cheeseburgers and a large container of French fries not less than three hours ago.

She ran her hands down her chest, cupped her breasts, and gave them a quick squeeze before rolling her nipples between her fingers. Her breath caught for a second before she released a low groan.

The climax was just out of reach. She only needed⁠—

When his thumb pressed against her anus, she bowed off the bed. As soon as she came crashing down, she grabbed his head and held it in place as she smashed her pussy into his face and rode out her amazing, body-twitching orgasm.

Oxygen? Who needed that?

Even so, Reaper didn’t tap out. He never did. He took pride in making her come all over his face and beard. He’d wear it as a badge of honor before usually smearing her own juices all over her while laughing as she squealed in feigned disgust.

Before the ripples even faded away, he was reaching for the box of condoms he’d left out the last time. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and spit out the corner. After quickly rolling the condom down his shaft, he got back into position.

Their eyes met and held as he settled his hips between her thighs.

He was home.

Safe.

Where he was meant to be.

She ran a successful business, had a loyal team, had the Angels of Fury, the DAMC, a huge family, and plenty of friends, she didn’t need a man. Her life was full.

Except she wanted this one.

Not only for tonight…

“Vi…”

Something lurking behind his eyes caused a flutter deep inside her.

Not because she was horny.