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“Always,” I replied, knowing I would never want any other man. Daniel was it for me.
We panted out our harsh breaths, both of us spent from the exertion of the last hour. Looking down, I noticed all the blood coating my body. When I turned to Daniel, I found the same. We’d bathed in carnage and fucked like wild animals.
Damn. That was hot as hell.
Who would have thought I’d be addicted to a man who immersed in blood as he fought his enemies? A Reaper who fucked as hard and brutally as he killed?
“I never want to leave you,” I admitted, watching his face morph into a sinister grin.
“And you never will, my precious.”
Chapter 13
Ifucked Skyla in theblood of my enemies.
Staring down at the crimson fluid that covered us both, I reveled in the knowledge that she belonged to my Reaper and me. No mistake there. He claimed her, fucked her, and made sure she understood.
I wanted to laugh until I noticed her injuries—a wound to her thigh and shoulder, both dripping her sweet blood.
A growl left my lips as I picked her up, lifting her close to my lips as I licked across the skin of her shoulder. She hissed and then settled, her eyes fluttering. I swiped my tongue across the wound a second time, noting how she relaxed further.
My saliva helped with the pain.Good to know.
I placed her on the bike again, dropping down to lick at the deep gash on her leg. A metallic, rusty taste coated my tongue.
Shit! Toxin was spreading inside her body. I couldn’t allow anything to happen to my pretty pet.
My lips pressed to the wound, and I began to suck hard, drawing blood into my mouth. My head turned, and I spit, tasting the foul disease on my tongue. Concerned, I repeated the process multiple times until I felt her blood tasted clean.
Wiping a hand across my mouth, I noted with humor that I became a vampire this Halloween. How ironic for my demon. My Reaper enjoyed the joke, chortling inside my head.
With gentle care, I dressed Skyla, wrapping her in my arms. For long minutes, I cradled her body close, remembering how I also once held another woman. This one would live. The other died.
The cycle of life. I hated it.
Skyla stirred in my arms, and I lowered my head, kissing her lips. “Ready to go home, my lovely doll?”
