“You are so beautiful, Luz,” he whispers after breaking our kiss. I smile up at him, loving that we finally get to have this moment. My fingers run through his hair, happy to find it’s as soft as it looks. I’m even more glad he leaves the top long enough for me to tug on while he fucks me.
He slowly pulls down my jacket, running his fingers lightly down my arms, giving me goosebumps. I kick off my shoes and socks as he drops the jacket to the floor. He reaches for the bottom of my shirt at the same time I reach for his. Instead of pulling away, we both lift our arms at the same time, giving each other access.
My eyes run down his lean, tattoo covered chest. He’s tall and thin, but still has definition to his muscles. The reaper tattoos that line his skin are beautiful, and one day I will explore every single one of them. Today is definitely not that day.
Mason pushes my arms above my head, holding them together as he plants kisses along the swell of my breasts. His teeth graze my sensitive nipples through my bra and I don’t bother to be quiet as I moan out my appreciation.
“I’m going to rip these clothes off of you,” he growls, pulling away long enough to free me from my clothes. He doesn’t give me a chance to pull his off but I can’t complain since he bends down and claims my peaked nipple in his mouth. His free hand kneads my other breast, tugging and teasing me so I’m gasping and writhing underneath him.
My fingers knot in his hair since he’s let my hands go and he lets out a low groan as I tug hard on the dark locks.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warns as he backs away, forcing me to let go. I watch as he unbuttons his jeans and slides the leather down his legs, taking his boxers with them. The material hits the floor before he straightens, giving me a full view of his glorious, pierced erection. My mouth runs dry and I feel like I’m going to combust just waiting for him to fuck me.
As I watch my hands slide down my body. I’m in desperate need of friction and even my own teasing touches are keeping me in check. His blue eyes watch as I touch myself, moaning when I reach my pussy and letting my legs fall open, giving him a better view.
Apparently I’m not the only one barely hanging on.
In a ridiculously sexy move, he grips my ankles and spreads my legs wider as he pulls me closer. I should probably feel shy, being on display like I am, but the heat in his eyes makes me feel powerful and sexy. Before I can reach for him, beg him for more, he dives between my legs. I gasp as he licks a long, slow stripe over my slick folds. Tendrils of pleasure roll up my spine as his mouth finds all the right places to explore.
His tongue swirls around my clit before he pushes it into my core. I was so caught up in our previous kiss that I never noticed a tongue piercing when we kissed earlier but as he teases over my pussy I can feel it. My body tenses and then nearly catches fire as he moves back to my clit. Mason eats me out with enthusiasm, working his mouth over me as he alternates between the two until I beg for mercy.
“Please, Mase, please,” I plead. “I need to come.”
His laughter rumbles through him but he doesn't stop, adding two fingers to my core as he sucks hard on my clit. I scream out his name as the orgasm slams into me so hard I couldn’t stop it if I tried, body quaking against the waves of pleasure threatening to drown me completely.
“Watching your body tremble and flush under my hands is the sexiest thing ever,” he growls, giving me a glimpse of my Mason losing control.
He slowly slides his fingers out then brings them to his mouth and sucks them one by one. I stare listlessly as my body shakes with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Once he’s done, he moves up my body until he hovers over me. After flashing me a half cocked grin, he leans down and gives me a soft, heated kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue and suddenly a new kink is unlocked. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and I have a feeling that the afterlife just got way more amazing.
As he devours my mouth I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around the silky flesh of his cock. He’s so hard it’s pulsing in my hand and as I swipe my finger over his slit, precum coats the digit. He moans into our kiss as I pump my hand up and down slowly, my pace matching our kisses. I’m desperate to have him inside of me and know my teasing won’t have to go on for long.
Mason pulls away and nibbles his way down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps and heat. My body lurches under him, the bites and licks drive me crazy and I want to yell for him to just fuck me already. At my groan of impatience, his face perks up, mouth turning up at the corners before he presses it to my navel.
“Are we that impatient, butterfly?” he asks, and I smile at the new nickname.
“Yes,” I hiss as he reaches up and tweaks my nipple again, thrusting my hips into his chest to demand he fuck me now. The asshole chuckles darkly and positions himself between my legs. The tip of his cock slides back and forth over my wetness, coating himself as he drives me fucking crazy. At this point I don’t think he can help himself, teasing me seems to be in his nature.
Finally he slides in slowly, letting every notch on his piercing hit me one by one, pausing only for a moment to let my body adjust. His gentleness is surprising, though I have a feeling it’s only because it’s our first time. The moment I wiggle under him he lets go of all pretences of slow and sweet and fucks me hard and fast. I cry out as he stretches me, pushing me harder than I’ve ever experienced. And all I can do is beg for more.
With each thrust I buck my hips, meeting his rhythm. Another orgasm builds within me with every tease of his piercing. As if he can sense it, Mason lifts my leg to rest on his shoulder. The new position allows him to hit even deeper, pegging that perfect spot over and over. Whimpering and begging seems to turn him on so I don’t let myself stop, pleading with him to let me come again. My nails dig into his ass as I squeeze, getting my point across. He hums deep in his throat and then finally brings his hand between us, giving attention to my sensitive clit. The contact is like a switch, sending me crashing into another orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over me as I whimper against the intensity of it.
When I look up into his icy blue orbs, a satisfied smile turns up one side of his mouth. The cocky half grin is one of my personal favorite traits of his. His smile falters and he bites his bottom lip as he continues fucking me, fighting himself for control. But this isn’t about control and I want him to lose himself just as much as I did. Repositioning myself, I clamp my legs around his waist and clench around him, making my body even tighter for him. His mouth falls open in a silent cry as he loses his battle. My eyes stay glued to his face, watching his expression as he comes unraveled. His lips purse and he lets out a low, sexy groan. Muscles strain and the veins in his neck bulge as he comes hard, my name a prayer on those sexy lips of his.
Panting and sweaty, he rolls off of me and pulls me into his chest. A small smile graces my lips as I run my fingers slowly up and down his arm and trace his tattoos. One in particular catches my eye. It’s a beautiful purple and blue butterfly, with intricate, flowing wings.
“This one is beautiful,” I say softly as he leans up to look at it over my shoulder.
“That one matches its owner. She’s just as beautiful as the mark,” he says and I start to feel hurt until he chuckles. “I got that the day we released your soul from the chain.”
“It’s mine?” I whisper, stunned. I love it and I find a strange sense of pride in my past life producing something so perfect. And it fits what happened to me. I was reborn into a reaper, the same way a caterpillar is reborn into a butterfly. Despite the bad days, there is something beautiful about this life.
Mason kisses my shoulder softly before he pulls a blanket over our naked bodies. I snuggle into him, enjoying the warmth of his arms as I fall asleep, content, sated, and safe.
ChapterThirteen
Luz
Thea and I walk up and down the abandoned halls of the warehouse. The musty scent of old engine grease and metal tickles my nose. This place looks undisturbed, which means our missing reaper likely never made it inside to collect his soul.