Reaper doesn’t speak, just holds my body with an arm over the back of my legs like a clamp. A few strides and we are tucked behind between the shelves of fantasy and dark mafia romance.
Sweet irony at its best.
“Put me down, you big freaking ogre!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He plops me onto my feet and backs me up until there’s a shelf at my back and him at my front. Large, foreboding. Hot to the touch.
I guess he’s made his mind up about something because the questions I saw lingering behind thick lashes earlier no longer shine through.
Just pure lust is there now.
His lips crush mine and I moan into his mouth. He tastes like expensive cigars and sin.
Wide shoulders and a broad chest block the view of anything but him. I want to let go, let my body mold into his, but I pound on his chest with the flat of my fist.
I tear my mouth from his. “You brute. Do you think you can just storm in here and start throwing demands around?”
I get a deep growl of appreciation in return.
Obsidian eyes glitter with what I can only guess is lust and arrogance.
“You would think I could get a little more appreciation after what happened tonight.”
His hand turns gentle as he takes my face in his hand.
“Then you should have made a proper citizen’s arrest and not done more damage to my shop. I am over the violence and mayhem of the biker life, Reaper. I’ve told you this.”
His lips are back on mine, his tongue sweeping across my lower lips. I don’t know what has me opening for him, but the second my lips shift open, he’s inside, claiming, taking.
Taking, taking…taking.
I shove my hands into his hair and tighten his thick, dark locks in my fingers until he feels the anger I carry inside me.
And then he returns the favor.
In all the chaos my hair has come loose from the soft braid it was in to hang down my back.
Pressed against the shelf, I gasp when strong fingers clench around my throat as his other hand gathers more of the long lengths of my hair. With full control over me, my sinful biker tilts my head up, taking my mouth in a crushing kiss.
Our tongues collide and he steals the very air from my lungs. Our kiss ends and I gasp for more air as he takes his feasting down the side of my neck, his teeth an exquisite ache over the soft flesh.
“Liam,” I rasp.
“Let me hear my name again, baby,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Liam…what…” I shudder in his arms when his lips lock onto my pulse and he sucks. “What are you going to do to me?”
I raise my lips and caress the tip of my tongue over the cleft dip in his chin. And then bite down.
“Fuck,” he growls savagely.
He presses against me until I can feel nothing but his hard, aroused body against my front and spines of tens of fantasies against my back.
I roll my hips and groan with need. Damn, he’s so hard. Just feeling him has me clenching with raw need. Feeling braver than I should, I reach between us and clamp a hand over his jean-covered cock and stroke a hand up his shaft, sending a flood of sticky juices to soak my thong.
Releasing my hair, those rough hands yank my skirt up and my legs are back around his waist.
“We have to stop doing this,” I groan but his hands are already roaming over the globe of my ass. I cling to him helplessly and gasp when his fingers dig into the plumpness.
“No,” he counters.
“But, Reaper, this can’t keep happening.”
I whimper when the hard length of his cock grinds into my covered pussy.
“Tell me to stop again and I will.” His eyes narrow into thin slits, but I see the dare shining through. He knows I can’t refuse any more than he can. Whatever this is between us has a life of its own. Neither of us are in control.
My heart jackhammers in my chest.
This time I’m the one saying, “No.”
My gorgeous biker pushes away from the shelf to hold me to him. Every move he makes grinds me against his cock a little harder. His lips slide down my jaw and my head falls back, giving him full access.
I cling to his muscles, running my hands over the rippling bulges. “Take me,” I demand in his ear before driving my fingers under the hem of his shirt.
I pull. Knowing what I want from him, he sheds his shirt, dropping it to the floor. Glorious dark muscles meet my hungry eyes and hands. I can’t stop touching. My touch roams over every inch of his hard muscle and the new ink over his left pec. Sinner ink. A skull circled in chains—strong links forming a bond of brotherhood.
Every inch of his muscled abs, chest, and back meet the softness of my hands and the bite of my nails.
He growls and the next thing I know my sweater and halter top join his shirt on the floor.
That leaves only my skirt and his jeans in the way of a really good time.
He drops the zipper and guides his cock to my entrance, dragging the fat head through my juices. He teases me, swirling our juices together over my clit until I’m rocking my hips. He knows I’m desperate to feel him spread my tight, pink folds and thrust to the hilt.
A large hand stills my hips and his piercing dark eyes narrow on me. “I want to hear you say you want me to thrust into you again, Belle. I want to hear you say you want to feel the burn and pleasure of my cock stretching your pretty pussy until you’re screaming.”
Our eyes connect. Shadows spread across our faces because neither of us bothered with another light besides the soft glow of a nearby lamp. But I can see his eyes and I feel to my core this is right.
“Lemme hear you, Belle,” he growls roughly.
Blood roars through my ears when he rips away my thong, fists his cock, and positions his swollen cock head at my entrance.
“Take me, Reaper. Take me and make me want you and only you!”
Our gazes lock and stay that way as he feeds my body his monster cock. Because let me tell you, it’s nothing short of fucking massive. And my burning, screaming body is letting me know just how hard it is to take all of him.
“Did you wear that thong for me, baby? Did you wear it in the hopes I would stop by and fuck you between the shelves of your bookstore?”
“Maybe. Or maybe not,” I tease and love the sight of his eyes gleaming with jealousy. Serves him right, the arrogant beast.
I can feel the metal of his piercing and as he slides in the opening of my pussy stretches wide. My head falls back.
Much like our first night together, raw lust and the leftover adrenaline of the night leaves a heady combination swirling through me and I am wholly consumed.
My lover palms my ass and slowly drives into me, his muscles rolling and coiling as he moves inside me.
He roughly throws the mass amounts of my long skirt up so we can both see my pussy take every inch he’s feeding me. His mouth pulls into a roguish grin. “Fuck you’re more gorgeous every day.”
He pulls the band holding the rest of my hair out and groans roughly when the tresses fall over my shoulders to play with my hard nipples.
He drives in fast, so much so books drop to our left and our right. Between my legs my clit throbs with a breath-stealing aching need. Heat swells up inside me and I know the second he strokes a finger over me there I’ll ignite.
Holding his fiery gaze with my own, I drag my tongue over his plump bottom lip and sink my teeth into the tender flesh.
He jerks back, swiping his tongue over the small break in the skin.
Wrapping my loose hair in his fist, he returns the spike of pain and then guides my lips to his when I go to move away. “You’re not going anywhere. You want my blood, now take it.”
I do as I am told and lose all sense of time as I kiss him as hard as he does me, the tangy taste of his blood on my tongue.
It’s just how I fantasized during all those nights I was away from him.
No. Dios, no. Esto es mejor. This is better. So so much better. Flesh on flesh. Hard muscles and hot juices. I want this escape—need this fantasy and I need him. Right here. Right now.
Stretching my pussy over his cock, I breathe faster and faster as he works deeper. His grip on my ass is punishing and I anchor myself to the feel of his finger branding my flesh as I take all of him.
“God, you’re perfect. I can’t wait to devour you from head to toe. Marking you with my milk will just have to do, for now.” He releases my hair and takes the ring hanging between my breasts. He considers it a moment before dropping it back in place. “Soon, baby.”
“Yes, I’m so close.” Something in his expression says I’m not grasping his meaning, but I can’t truly focus right now. I dig the heels of my boots into his ass silently begging him to take more from me. Take all he wants. As long as I get the orgasm I can feel hovering along the fridges of my senses.
Hot lips wrap around a nipple and I cry out. My heart races and my pussy drips with so much hot liquid I can feel it running down the crease of my ass to wet us both.
“This is where you’ll tell me you’ll be gentle and a total gentleman.”
“Fuck gentle.”
His warm chuckle next to my ear is raw and makes me hold onto him tighter.
I’m on the edge of something new. What that is I don’t know. I feel slutty, wild, free, and damn it I’m going to take this moment with both hands and hold on. There’s no harm in taking what I want and riding it through so many climaxes I won’t be able to walk for a fucking week.
I rock my hips forward, reach between my legs, and spread my slippery pink folds. After stroking a finger through my juices, I smear it on my puckered nipples, playing with the tight peaks, rocking my hips wantonly.
The wolfish shine in Reaper’s black gaze turns downright fiery.
“Take me harder, papi. And when we finish, I want you to do it again.”
He claims my mouth with a hot kiss as he drives into my wetness with such a powerful thrust, I’m left breathless.
He nips my lower lip pulling a groan from me.
My walls clamp around him and when he thrust again I cry out from the shock of pure white-hot heat rolling through me, singing every nerve ending.
And then I feel his cum-filled balls slapping against my ass.
Dios, este hombre. This man is going to be my undoing. I’ll never want another man touching me after him. I know it as I know my name.
He wraps his arms around me and I’m no longer balancing against the shelves, but pinned to his chest as he drives in, fucking me so hard I can feel my bones tremble from the force.
He pulls out and slides me down his body, turning me around. He places my hands on the shelf and forces my ass back toward him. He enters me again and this time it takes all my strength to keep on my feet from the force of his claiming thrust. This man could break me, but he uses just enough strength to give me what he knows I want.
He gathers my hair in his hand again and pulls my head back fucking me so hard I have to lock my elbows.
He slides his other hand over the curves of my hip and grips me, not letting me move.
“Follow me, baby. I am fucking you. Now I want to feel you come around my cock. Milk me for every last drop.”
He reaches around and strokes my clit with relentless mercy until I’m doing exactly what he wants. Screaming and begging for release. “Please, I can’t…Ohhhh!” My fingers dig into the hard plank of wood. The whole shelf rattles. So many books tumble to the floor that it appears to be raining literature.
“I can feel every delicious bit of you squeezing my cock. You’re close, aren’t you? Now beg me. Beg me to let you come.”
Pulling air into my lungs is a pretty hard task while trying to remain on my feet at the same time. He’s taking over so much of me at once I don’t know where to divert resources so that I don’t black out before my orgasm.
His sweet torture against my clit slows and that is the one thing needed to get the words flowing.
“Arh,” I cry out, banging a fist against the shelf. “Please, Reaper! Damn you!” I’m going to explode any second. I can feel the burn just out of reach. I shimmy my hips but his tight grip won’t let me budge.
My eyes screw tight as he brushes the pad of his thumb over my tight, puckered hole. “Maybe I can think of other ways to torture you into begging me for my milk.”
My lover shifts behind me and I suck in a breath when he spreads my ass and glides the rough pad of his thumb over my exposed entrance again. This time he pushes past the tight ring of muscles and sinks his thumb in, teasing my ass with achingly slow strokes.
“Si, amor, Si! Mas!” My knees begin to give but his arm tightens and he takes most of my weight.
Between his pulsing, thick cock in my pussy and his thumb in my ass I feel overrun with sensory overload. He picks up the pace, rocking into me deeply and working me back entrance with just the right combination to drag a soul-scorching climax from me.
His dark gaze meets mine when I peer over my shoulder. “Reaper, what’s happening between us?”
Leaning in he trails hot kisses over my shoulders and buries himself fully inside me with a hard thrust
My body arches into his hold as my head falls forward. My mouth opens with a cry as a guttural scream rips from my lips. Pulsating waves ripple through me leaving every cell in my body lit by uncontrollable, untamed fire.
Instead of slowing and letting the fire taper off, he builds the heat, fans the flames so hot I’m melting into him. He pumps into my faster and faster riding my climax as he seeks his own. He drives deeper, so deep I think I’m going to pass out from the surge of pain and pleasure gripping me so tightly.
I reach between my trembling legs and wrap my fingers around his heavy balls and I squeeze.
“Arabelle,” Reaper rasps and grows impossibly thicker. Hot ropes of cum spill into me, his length pulsing with his release. Reaching for anything to balance myself with, he pulls my back against his front as he unloads more of his seed into my womb. His hands hold me possessively and for once in my life, crazy as it sounds, I feel I belong right here and in this moment.
I cling to him and let myself drift in the moment. The sticky warmth of his cum drips down my body to coat my thighs when he lifts me into his arms. I shamelessly reach back and wrap my arm around his neck and this time when he kisses me, it’s not just lust coiling inside me. It’s the beginning of something so much more.
He flips my hair to the side and slides the chain from my neck.
“I’ve worn that close to my heart since the night…well, that night,” I say quietly.
Still buried inside me, he says, “And knowing that makes me happier than you could know, baby.” He holds my hand up and coils the necklace in the palm of my hand.
“But this belongs somewhere else.”
