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Chapter Three
Swan
Had I been a normal person, the thought of what I was about to do would have been horrifying to me. Hooking up with a stranger definitely wasn’t the safest thing in the world, to say nothing of taking any kind of trip with this guy. But I was far from normal. I was dying anyway, so I really had nothing to fear there. Besides, if this guy wanted to hurt me, he wouldn’t have saved me.
Instead of taking me to my room, he brought me to a different one.
“Where are we?”
“My room.” He set me down and turned around. “Come here.” Reaper pulled me into his arms. “Not waitin’ any longer for that kiss.” Then he took my mouth in a sweeping kiss.
I’d been kissed before, but never like this. Reaper took me like he had a right to anything he wanted, like I was his and he was making sure everyone -- including me -- knew it. In that moment, he wasn’t wrong. I’d surrender to anything he wanted. Hell, I was there for sex. He knew that and was reinforcing the idea. Making sure I enjoyed myself? Maybe. I didn’t know enough about men to know for sure. All I knew was how my body responded to that kiss. And I was completely lost in it. In Reaper.
His tongue swept inside my mouth over and over, tasting me. Learning me. Letting me learn him. Surprisingly, he didn’t grope me or pull at my bikini top. He just kissed me over and over and over… I was dizzy with them. Craved more. Craved Reaper.
When he finally lifted his head, I was pretty sure the only thing holding me up was his arms around my body. I blinked up at him uncertainly, confused.
“Why did you stop?” I was pretty sure there was a little bit of hurt in that question. “I thought…”
“What? What did you think was going to happen, little Swan?”
I tried to think, to push past the lust haze in my mind, but Reaper was too close. Too… real. “I thought we were going to have sex.”
He leaned in to lick a path from my neck to my ear. “No one said anything about sex. I believe licking was involved, though that’s your job.”
“Oh. Well, yeah.” He grinned at me as I looked up at him. I knew I was in way over my head with this guy, and that anything he did with me would likely be a pity fuck, but I wasn’t sure that I cared. I mean, if it meant I got to enjoy that muscular body of his before I died, I’d take it. Did that make me desperate? Pitiful? Maybe. But life was just too fucking short for me to give a shit. If he was willing, I wasn’t going to pretend I was too good to take whatever he offered. Or too proud. “So why are you still dressed and not naked on the bed? I’d like to start immediately.”
That got a laugh out of him. His eyes seemed to light up with merriment. “I figured you were a demanding creature. I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
“Well, consider this your notice. I want it all. I want sex in every form imaginable. Every single night. If you don’t want to sign up for that, find me someone who does.”
“Oh, no, little Swan. You’re mine for the foreseeable future. In fact, I think I’m gonna insist that you be mine for the rest of your life.”
“Right.” I rolled my eyes. “Will likely be a short time, but you’re not thinking this through. I’m probably not gonna just, you know, die. It will be a process. Probably not a very pretty one either. Cancer never is.”
Instantly, he sobered, his gaze so intense I sucked in a breath and would have taken a step back except he had me backed against a wall. “I know what I’m getting into, Swan. I wouldn’t say I want you to be mine unless I meant it. When I say until you die, I mean it. From this point forward, you’re not alone. I’ll be with you no matter what.” He cupped my face with one big hand. “You get me?”
“No,” I laughed. “I don’t get you at all. But I’m not too proud to take what you’re offering and be grateful for it.” I gave him what I hoped was a cocky grin. “But I’m still expecting sex, or your ass is outta here, buster.”
“Oh, that can definitely be arranged.”
This time when he kissed me, he lifted me, urging my legs around his waist. He tugged at my bikini top until the strings were loose and the only thing holding it in place was our bodies pressed together. When he laid me gently on the bed, he shoved the scrap of material to the floor, never taking his eyes from my bare breasts.
“Baby,” he said, his voice husky. “How the fuck did you get such perfect tits?”
His voice and the way his gaze locked on my chest, moving lower with each moment, had me squirming. His hands followed his gaze. He didn’t immediately cover my breasts, though. His big hands urged my arms above my head and skimmed down to my chest. Then he caressed my sides, only his thumbs brushing over my nipples on his way down.
My whole body tightened. Sweat erupted over my skin, and I couldn’t help but cry out. I arched into his touch, needing everything he was willing to give me.
“That’s it, my beautiful Swan. So eager.”
Reaper took his time. He seemed to be gauging my responses to everything he did. For my part, I was completely lost in the sensations. I wanted to focus on him, on what he was doing, but all I could do was either look up at the ceiling and gasp or squeeze my eyes tight and try my best to hold back my screams. Just his touch on my skin was overwhelming. Combine that with the kisses he’d already given me, and I was a squirming mass of sensation.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured against my belly. “Love the way you respond to me.” He brushed his face with that tantalizing beard tickling me in the most erotic way. He absolutely knew his way around a woman’s body. Likely could tell how inexperienced I was. “How far you want me to take you today, hm?”
How the fuck did he expect me to answer him? I could barely function! “I --”
“Come on, honey. Tell me what you want.”
