The Reaper (Dark Verse, #2)

by RuNyx

Tristan 'The Predator' Caine snored like a baby.

Sighing happily, no idea of the time behind the dark drapes that shut out the light, Morana snuggled deeper into him, that musky masculine scent of his flesh wrapping itself around her like another layer of comfort.

“You’re safe. It’s okay.”

“Leave the bed next time,”

his raspy voice whispered against her hair. Having not expected him to wake up, Morana tried to pull her face back but his hand, which had been around her torso, came up to the back of her head a...

“Not happ...

“I can get dan...

he informed her, as though the thought had never crossed her mind. She wasn’t an idiot. Morana rolle...

“I’m ser...

his somber tone brooked n...

“I can seriously hurt you and n...

She shr...

“I’ll take my c...

“You made me a promise last night in the dark,”

she murmured softly, knowing she had his full attention.

“I’m making you o...

Brushing her thumb over the line of his jaw, feeling the scruff rasping against it, she vowe...

“Never again. You’ll never be alone again. No matter how bad the nightmare gets, I’m...

“Break that promise,”

he spoke, his voice soft as the underside of a blade,

“and I will brea...

“Which...

Morana asked, her heart beating faster as the awareness of him shifting closer seeped through. He tugged her head up, arching her nec...

“To not destr...

His lips were right there against hers, almost there but not quite. Her face straining closer to bridge the gap but held back by his hand in her hair. She sm...

“Destro...

The dam burst. His lips crashed against hers in the most beautiful collision, knocking the breath out of her lungs. Everything from the previous night came flooding back—her fear, her close call, her relief at being alive. She could feel it all in the way he kissed her. It was the sensation of reassurance and promise of retaliation combined between his lips and hers. Her arms wound up around his neck, pulling him deeper as he shifted her completely on her back, his much larger form covering hers as he moved his weight on his arms. Their tongues twining, his taste infiltrated all her senses. Morana reveled in the complete, absolute sensation of holding him and having him hold her like that for the first time. Tugging his lower lip between hers, she ran her fingers down his muscular back, feeling all the delineations and scars under her touch, stopping at his very well-formed ass. She had admired that ass in secret multiple times and being able to hold it sent a thrill through her. She spread her legs wider to accommodate him, pulling on that sculpted ass, pulling him in the valley between her legs. A low rumble vibrated in his chest, right against her breasts, her nipples pebblin...

“F...

he spoke, slight wonder, slight disbelief in his tone. Yeah. She felt that ‘fuck’ too. This whole situation could be...

She became acutely aware of his hard erection pressed right against her wetness, only a layer of cotton separating them. Her hips rose of their own accord, creating slight friction that made pleasure shoot to the tips of her toes. The phone kept vibrating as he moved his hips with deliberate intent, applying the perfect pressure. Her head sank into the pillow as her back arched, her fingers digging into his back.

His mouth came over hers again. She parted her lips willingly, letting him in, her heart pounding as he slowed them down, a wet spot on his cotton from her, his hand stroking the side of her breast.

he growled into the phone, sitting back on his knees, the hand at the side of her breast going to her back, bringing her flush with him. Morana wrapped her legs around him, straddling his hips in the most wanton of ways, her entire body vibrating with her arousal.

he spoke against her neck, his teeth raking down the line, leaving her breathing harshly.

his hand moved to right between her legs, where she was spread wide for him. Her eyes flew to his in surprise, locking with those blue ones piercing her to the core as he stayed on the phone, his fingers probing. A harsh breath left her, the fire which had subsided roaring back to life under her skin, her fingers fisting the sheets under her.

slowly dipping a finger inside her wet heat, making her toes curl. His eyes flickered to her breasts, went to her hands, and returned to hers. She got the message. Uncurling her fingers, she placed her hands over her breasts, holding his gaze, and squeezed. Her walls clenched around his finger. He was touching her both literally and not.

Another finger joined. She tugged on her nipples, the pleasure shooting straight down making her spine curve, a soft moan leaving her lips. His eyes flared.

shaking his head at her just once even as his fingers sped up inside her, his thumb joining in to rub her clit. Sucking in a loud breath, knowing she had to keep it quiet without moving her hands from pleasuring her breasts or breaking eye contact with him, Morana bit her swollen lips, her jaw starting to tremble. He saw it, noted it, and attacked with an ardor she hadn’t thought possible when he was occupied elsewhere. But she shouldn’t have been surprised. His fingers penetrated, scissored, massaged her walls, withdrew, and repeated. Heat started to unfurl in her belly, knotting into a ball that kept getting tighter and tighter and tighter. His eyes, his fingers, his presence wrecked on her. His thumb rubbed her deftly, pressing with the perfect pressure that was going to make her soar. She knew, just knew he would splinter her apart. His fingers moved in and out of her, spearing in the same rhythm as his cock would have, her walls clinging on to the digits, weeping for relief. The pressure kept mounting with every second, the knot of fire in her stomach coiling tighter with every shuddering breath, the tremor in her body increasing with every beat of her heart.

the whiskey and sin of his voice exploded the flames. Her eyes closed. Stars burst behind her lids. Head tilting back as her spine curved, her hands gripping her breasts for purchase as her toes curled, her legs shook, and she came on a silent breath. His thumb and fingers didn’t stop, extracting everything her body was capable of giving, setting off a series of aftershocks that jerked her body until a whimper escaped her lips, her flesh oversensitive. Morana came down to earth, panting, recovering, opening her eyes slowly to see him watching her. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them. Her tired walls clenched again.

his eyes blazing on her, a prominent bulge under his cotton-covered hips. Leaning forward with lithe grace his body shouldn’t have been capable of but was, he trapped her between his arms and hovered over her, the air charged in the space between their bodies.

“I’ve tasted you now, Ms. Vitalio,”

he whispered, his gaze lock...

“You can’t escape...

“You don’t scare me anymore, ...

she replied, her voice breathy. She saw his dimple make a brief appearance before he jumped down from the bed, heading to the shower. Grinning slightly, Morana moved her limbs again, the aches from last night’s attack returning now that the haze of the endorphins was gone. Groaning, s...

What she was surprised at, however, was how good he looked cooking in a suit. She’d never realized how hot that was until she stood there, taking in his muscular, sharp form scrambling eggs with expertise.

“Anything else, Ms. Vitalio?”

he stared at her, his voice dropping dangerously close to sin in the whiskey. It did things to her, that voice of his. She leaned forward, feeling brazen.

“I'm just getting started, ...

"I thought I finished you off p...

He sipped on the juice, his tongue coming out to catch a drop at the side of his lip. Her eyes tracked the movement before go...