Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Woah,” Reaper says, moving in behind me, his hands falling to my waist. “That’s—”
“Everything,” I whisper.
Reaper gently turns me, his dark gaze resting against mine as his fingers find my chin and lift. “No, Siren. You’re everything.”
My heart races as the sweetest rush begins pulsing through my veins, filling me with an emotion I don’t know if I’ve ever felt before. Butterflies appear in the pit of my stomach, and as he closes the gap between us and lowers his warm lips to mine, I finally understand it.
I’m in love with him.
I kiss him back, The Executioner’s ID falling from my fingers as I lace my arms around his neck. His hands tighten on my waist, holding me to him as he deepens our kiss, and the hunger intensifies within me.
His lips drop to my neck, and I suck in a gasp, tilting my head to the side and offering him more as my eyelids flutter, pure ecstasy tearing through me. “Reaper,” I moan, my fingers digging into his skin, silently begging for more.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against my neck.
My chest heaves for air, and I can’t resist him a moment longer. I reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside before dropping my hands to his strong body. My fingers roam over his wide shoulders and down to his chest before sailing lower to the sharp ridges of his abs. His body is carved from stone, pure perfection, and I love every inch of it.
He doesn’t hold back, reaching for my tank top and peeling it off me as I become desperate to feel him inside of me. It becomes a frenzy of reaching for one another, tearing off clothes as our lips frantically seek the other’s, and before I know it, his hands are at my ass, lifting me into his warm arms.
I lock my legs around his waist, and as his lips return to mine, he walks us toward the water of the natural pool. He inches in, and the further he gets, the colder it seems to become, but with the heat radiating off our bodies, I barely notice the freezing temperature.
His body against mine is everything I’ve ever needed, and when he presses me up against the side of the natural pool and arches my back over the curved wall, I suck in a gasp, feeling as his fingers trail over my body.
He’s waist-deep in the water, with my hips barely skimming across the top of it, and as I lean back over the cave’s natural curve, his lips work their way down my body. A soft moan slips from between my lips, and as his fingers softly move across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps, he leans down and closes his mouth over my needy clit.
A loud groan tears from deep in my chest, and as I listen to the sound of the powerful waterfall raining down around us, Reaper claims me in that only way he knows how.
His tongue works over my clit, flicking and rolling as he reaches down and finds my entrance, slowly pushing two thick fingers deep inside of me, tormenting me with the sweetest pleasure. “Oh God,” I groan as my hips jolt, and his skilled tongue makes my eyes roll.
I feel his grin against me, and as I reach down between my thighs and knot my hand into his hair, he curls his fingers inside of me and massages my walls. “Fuck,” I groan, my hips having a mind of their own as I tighten my hold in his hair.
Reaper is relentless, and as his fingers work over my G-spot again and again, I’m completely at his mercy.
It’s too much, and as I feel that familiar tightening deep inside my core, building by the second, I know it’s only a matter of time before he completely rocks my world.
The spray from the waterfall rains over me, dancing across my sensitive skin as Reaper’s tongue continues its sweet torture. I can’t take it a second longer, then as his fingers dive back inside of me, massaging my walls, I explode, unable to hold back.
My orgasm tears through me, and I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls of this incredible cave. “Holy fucking shit,” I say with a heavy pant, tipping my head back as ecstasy pulses through my veins. Reaper doesn’t relent, and as he grins against my core, my orgasm intensifies.
His fingers curl and spread, massaging as my walls crumble around him, shattering like glass as they wildly convulse. My whole body spasms, and by the time I start coming down from my high, I can barely catch my breath.
“God, Reaper,” I groan, loosening my hold in his hair as he finally pulls back and allows me the chance to relax.