Page 18 of The Reaper's Mate

She makes two more erratic movements, then squeezes my cock so hard I almost explode. Her body stops, and the rippling wave of bliss that rockets through her is heaven to watch. She trembles and moans my name. I keep pounding up into her, wanting her to feel me deep as she convulses in the purest release.

My cock weeps inside her, demanding to share in the ecstasy.

I can’t take my eyes off her—my flawless mate.

CHAPTER TEN

ANNABELLE

My orgasm crashes through me, burning away the world I knew and replacing it with this new one. One with a sacred calling, a fated mate, and the hottest sex in the world. The need to have him inside me overwhelmed everything else—the bizarre circumstances of the last seven days, my death, meeting the Big Guy, all of it. I could unpack all of it later, but right now, Matt is my everything.

I finally breathe as my orgasm ebbs, but I know I’m not done. The feel of his hard cock pulsing against my walls tells me he’s waited. Another round, another delicious feast of skin on skin pleasure awaits me. As if reading my thoughts, he flips us so that he’s on top, his length still inside me.

He pumps his hips, rubbing my sensitive skin and sending aftershocks of heat rolling through my body.

I spread wider for him, my heels pointing to the ceiling as he shoves into me again and again. I bite his hard shoulder, leaving my mark on his flawless body. He groans and pulls my hair, exposing my neck. His hot lips trail a kiss of fire to my jugular. He scrapes his teeth along my skin, teasing me before he bites. I squeal and scratch my nails down his back.

He pulls away, grips my hips, and flips me to my stomach in a movement too fluid to be believed. His swift thrust inside me has me clawing his sheets.

I curl my toes when he slams into me, a loud slap rocketing through the room from where our bodies converge.

Then he moves fast, in and out to a pounding beat that I feel in my deepest places. My breasts bounce, and he ropes my hair around his fist. With a yank, he forces me to arch my back.

“Perfect angel.”

His fingertips dig into my hip and I find myself pushing back into him, relishing his aggression. He leans over my back and reaches beneath me, wrapping his forearm between my breasts. His wide palm grips my shoulder, and he yanks me back onto him with each punishing stroke.

“How did I get a mate with such a soft, tight cunt?” He bites into my shoulder, and I gasp for air. His filthy talk is its own aphrodisiac.

He keeps pounding me, and leans closer, biting my ear. Then he lifts up and rests his palms on the middle of my back.

With a push, he forces my face down to the bed. “Down. I want to see you taking my cock.”

I bend my elbows and lay my head on the bed, still rocking to his rapid rhythm.

“Look at me.” His voice is intoxicating.

I crane my neck to get a glimpse of his eyes. His muscles are thrown into sharp relief with each thrust. He brings two fingers to his mouth and licks them before snaking them beneath me. I moan into the bed as he brushes across my clit. He slides his other hand down my ass and teases the tight hole with his thumb. I jerk at the contact, but he yanks me back into place, then continues his caresses on my clit and asshole.

“I want to bury my mouth in your cunt right now, angel. I’d eat it raw. But I have to shoot inside you. Mark you as mine.” His voice is low, guttural, and the sexiest sound in the world.

I claw at the blanket as he presses his thumb around my tight hole.

“Please.” I moan as he sinks the tip into my ass, his fingers stroking my clit in a smooth rhythm. I have never felt this much pleasure, didn’t even know it was possible.

His grunts grow deeper and his cock hardens, preparing to empty inside me. I want his come so bad that I start to shake. He’s rubbing my trembling walls just right, and the sensation of his thumb in my ass has shot me to a new level of arousal.

“Matt, I’m—” I say something unintelligible as he presses his thumb deeper into my ass.

“Come angel, I want to feel you milk me.” He flicks my clit and shoves himself balls deep inside me.

Sparks flare across my vision as a tidal wave of ecstasy floods my senses.

“Matt!” Everything seizes as I give myself over to my mate. The heat we share could put the sun to shame.

My pussy contracts and convulses as the rest of me locks up. A deep, masculine sound rips from his lungs. He releases inside me, filling me as his name is on repeat on my tongue. Total possession. I’ve given him my utter submission, and more than that, my heart. He is everything to me. The reaper’s mate.