Tonight, I’d make love to her because it was different now. Everything had changed.
I cradled the back of her head as I captured her mouth in another kiss, my lips lingering against her own as I moved slowly against her, my hands locked around her wrists as I held them in place. Impatient, I pulled her closer and moved away from the wall, approaching the bed. She was so soft, her curves pressed up against my body that was hard as steel and filled with need.
Walking us backward, I landed on the bed and rolled so that she was pinned beneath me. Molding her waist and hips with my hands, I reached for the zipper of her skirt and tugged it down, yanking the material down her long sexy legs and over her feet. My eyes closed as I immediately inhaled and smelled the sweet aroma of her arousal. Growling low, I lowered to my stomach and spread her thighs apart, hooking my thumbs into her lace thong before ripping it off.
Sasha gasped. “Bodie.”
The bodysuit constricted my movement and I hissed with displeasure, standing briefly to tear it off my body. Pieces of material flew all over the room. Sasha was panting, her eyes wide. I’d gone commando on purpose. Easy access.
“That was sexy as fuck, Bodie.”
Grinning, I resumed the position, angling my body between the sweetest, thickest thighs I had ever had the pleasure of sliding between. I’d been right before. Her pussy was addictive. I wanted to bury inside her warmth right away but held back. She was going to come at least once before I sheathed myself in her slick and aching hole. I would own that pussy after tonight and she’d never forget it.
My teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of her upper thigh before I licked my lips, gazing at her perfect little cunt. Pressing a finger on her clit, I enjoyed the way her body jolted as she grabbed the sheets.
“Bodie! Don’t tease me.”
Chuckling, I kept rubbing little circles as she moaned. My mouth closed over her pussy and I flicked my tongue at her clit, turned on by all the noises she was making. It wasn’t long before I was plunging my fingers inside her and sucking on her clit at the same time, holding her hips in place as she bucked and writhed in my arms. My fingers were digging into her hips as I nibbled on her clit again and she barreled over the edge. Her release flooded my mouth and I licked, sucked, and lapped at her for long minutes, completely wrapped up in my woman.
I backed away slightly, wrapping my fingers around my swollen and aching cock as I stroked slowly up and down the length. Sasha’s eyes were liquid pools of emerald as she lifted her arms and I moved into place, rubbing my crown against her wet lower lips.
“Bodie.”
Teasing her further, I rubbed the tip of my cock over her clit a few times.
“Bodie!”
“What is it, baby?”
“I need you inside me.”
“That was what I needed to hear,” I growled, before plunging deep in one firm thrust.
The minutes ticked by as I alternated between slow, gliding strokes and faster, deeper, thrusts that caused our bodies to break out in a sweat. Pushing into her over and over, I reached for her hand and intertwined our fingers as I squeezed tight. A look of tenderness crossed over her features as the pleasure between us continued to climb.
When Sasha’s orgasm sent her over the edge, I soon followed after, kissing her greedily as my body found its own release. Eyes locked on one another, neither of us moved. I finally said the words that I had wanted to say since the second I realized Sasha was missing.
“I love you.”
Blinking, she flushed and then tears filled her eyes. “I love you, too.”
Rolling to the side, I pulled her into my arms and held her close, determined to make sure she understood my commitment, my feelings, and my loyalty. Sasha was the only woman for me now.
“Bodie?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Why did you choose to be a Reaper?”
Swallowing hard, I tucked her head beneath my chin as I answered with the truth, something no one knew besides my prez Grim. Not even Lucky knew everything.
“I chose the Devil’s Ride for revenge,” I admitted. “For the man who raped and killed my younger sister.”
Sasha trembled. “I can understand that. I’m sorry.”
“Her name was Missy,” I replied softly. “It was a long time ago.”
“Do you regret it?”