CHAPTER FIVE
REAVER
The instant I take off my shirt, I regret it, but she must see that I am not like the others. My outside matches perfectly what I hold inside. When she rests her hand on my back, I take a deep breath and wait for her to recoil.
But to my amazement, she doesn’t.
I’m about to tell her how I got them, confess every detail to her so she understands why I need to leave. Before I can even utter a word, she presses her tender lips against mine, and I’m lost. The soft feel of her lips makes me forget everything before this moment.
There is no doubt in my mind that I should push her away. I don’t even know what I was thinking when I picked her up and brought her here. I’m being selfish, taking advantage of her feelings for me. But even knowing that, I kiss her back and wrap my arms around her body, pulling her close.
I can smell the sweet scent of her arousal as she rocks her hips against my stiffening cock. And the moment she lets out a soft, pleasure-filled moan, I’m helpless.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I’m standing and spinning us around, laying her in the softly cushioned bed.
My breathing is ragged as I fight for control.
I want to make this as pleasurable for her as I can.
But it’s been so long since any woman touched me with anything other than disdain, I’m unsure what to do.
Propping myself up on my arms, I’m careful not to press the bulk of my body against her much smaller frame as I kneel between her legs.
“It’s been a very long time,” I confess, hoping to curb her inevitable disappointment.
The smile she gives me eases some of my insecurities. I want her to enjoy my touch, as unskilled as it may be.
“It’s just like riding a bike,” she whispers as she slides her fingers down my sides.
“Great. I’ve never ridden a bike,” I admit, resting my forehead against her chest. “But I can still remember a few tricks,” I tell her as I slide my fingers under her tank top.
Her skin feels softer than the finest silk the heavens have ever produced.
Even in the heat of Las Vegas, I can feel her body shiver under my touch.
Taking my time, I lift her top over her head.
She sits up slightly to assist me but then lays back down, giving me the most spectacular view of her lace-covered breasts.
“You are so beautiful.”
I nearly lose what little composure I’ve managed when her hand comes up and cups my cheek. “So are you. Inside and out.”
If she had any idea of the thoughts running through my head of all the things I want to do to her, she wouldn’t be saying that. Any doubt about what she’s thinking disappears when she reaches back, unclasps her bra, and tosses it to the floor.
The sight of her full, round breasts with their dusty-pink nipples has my mouth watering and my cock growing impossibly hard. I want to savor every inch of her body. Singe every curve into my memory for all eternity.
I know I should hold back but seeing her like this has my demon clawing to be set free.
Gripping her calves, I pull her towards me, spreading her legs wider. I want to rip the denim from her legs and thrust so deeply inside her we can’t tell where one ends, and the other begins.
“Fuck,” I growl as I run my hands through my hair, gripping it so hard, I’m shocked I don’t rip it out by the roots. When I look down, the expression on Kennedy’s face is one of pure confusion.
“Reaver?” She breathes out my name as she sits up. “What’s the matter?”
Sitting back on my haunches, I stare into her beautiful green eyes. I feel shame gnawing at me as I take in her fragile, small body. I’m petrified I’m going to hurt her. If that were to happen, I’d never be able to live with myself.
“I… I don’t know how to be gentle,” I confess.
Of all the things I’m expecting, the devilish smile that spreads across her face is the least likely of all of them. But then I remember the book on her nightstand. Maybe it isn’t so out of the ordinary.
“You don’t need to be gentle. I won’t break,” Kennedy informs me as she twists one of her perfect nipples between her fingers. “I want you to be yourself with me. Always,” she adds as she unbuttons the top of her jeans.
I’m helpless as I watch her peel off her denim. She’s nimble as she lifts her hips and slides the pants down her legs, all while keeping her eyes on mine. With a seductive smile, she tosses her jeans and panties to the side and wraps her bare legs around my hips.
The view is spectacular.
Her pussy is bare except for a small tuft of trimmed curls pointing me home. It’s easy to see from here that she is as turned on as I am. Her pussy glistens with her arousal, and I can’t resist getting a taste.
Slowly, I lower myself, giving her a soft kiss on her lips before I methodically make my way down her body.
I take my time to savor her flawless skin as I circle my tongue around one of her pert nipples before sucking it into my mouth.
She rewards me with the softest moan as she arches her back, and I snake my arm under her to pull her closer.
As much as I want to savor Kennedy’s incredible breasts, I nip at one with a silent promise to be back as I continue my downward perusal. I only stop to kiss her belly for a moment as I nestle myself between her legs.
Kennedy is forced to spread her legs wider to accommodate my shoulders. When she does, I pull her to me and slide my tongue along her wet slit. Her fingers dig into the bedding, and her hips buck as I latch onto her clit and suck on the little nub.
Her taste is beyond my wildest dreams, and her body responds to my touch as if she were the rarest of instruments designed just for me.
“Fuck,” she moans as I slide two fingers along her wetness and deep inside her tight pussy.
The moment I do, her body shivers and pulses around my thick digits.
I lap at cunt as her juices flow, and her body begs for more.
“Please, Reaver.” She breathes out my name as her hips buck, and she rides my face and fingers towards her second orgasm.
My cock is so unbelievably hard, I’m shocked it hasn’t burst through my jeans. I want her to be satiated before I slide into her, because I won’t last long once I’m buried deep inside her.
“Please,” Kennedy repeats as she props herself up on her elbows. I glance up at her as I circle my tongue around her clit once more. Her arousal covers my face and my fingers. I give her a smile before sucking my fingers into my mouth.
“I love the way you taste, but I am so fucking hard, my cock could dent steel,” I admit as I sit up and rest on my haunches.
Kennedy looks down at the noticeable bulge in my pants, the denim straining against my girth.
Yet another thing I hadn’t taken into consideration.
Kennedy is small, even for a human, and my size doesn’t stop with my height.
But that doesn’t seem to play into what she’s thinking as she reaches for the button of my pants.
Placing my hand over hers, I stop her before she can unzip me.
“Kennedy,” I say with a ragged breath, my control barely hanging on by a thread.
Her books might talk about men having unrealistically large cocks and being able to take them easily, but the reality is quite different.
I feel how tight she is around my fingers as I work them in and out of her.
“I know what you’re thinking. And I meant what I said, and you won’t break me. Let me at least see what I’m working with,” she teases as she squeezes her hand around my length. I let out a pleasure-filled moan at the sensation and loosen my grip on her hand.
Dropping my hand completely, I decide to let her judge where this goes. If I’m going to be too much for her, I’ll be happy to pleasure her until the sun goes down. I have to smile at the sheer excitement in her eyes as I lean back and let her take control.
Kennedy makes quick work of releasing my cock from my pants. If she’s shocked or even impressed by my size, she doesn’t say a word as she stares down at my thick, full length that is standing at full attention for her.
“Well, we’ll have to take it a bit slower than I thought, but I’m more than ready.”
“Are you sure? I want you to enjoy it.”
“Lay down,” she demands with a smile, and I obey.
As I move to lie down, I shimmy my pants down my legs until they are bunched at my knees. Kennedy removes them the rest of the way, and when I’m lying before her naked, she crawls up the length of my body until she’s straddling my mid-section.
As much as I want to flip her onto her back and thrust into her, I lie still, only placing my hands on her thighs to feel her soft skin. With our eyes locked, she leans forward, placing her hands on my chest, and slides me between her legs, coating my length in her arousal.
The feeling is mind-blowing, and I can’t help the low, primal growl that emanates from me as I grip her hips tighter. She continues methodically sliding down and back along my cock, hitting her clit each time.
The feel of her warm, slick skin rubbing my length has me gritting my teeth as I try not to come just from the feeling. The sight is so erotic that I must concentrate. I should let my mind wander, but I don’t want to look away.
Kennedy lets out a long moan, and I can feel her pussy pulse, but I hold back my release.
She has no idea how beautiful she is as she comes undone.
Sweat coats her, and her long black hair sticks to her body like a veil.
The heat from her juices coats me completely, and I’m not prepared for the sensation as she slides my thick tip inside her.
“Fuck,” we say in unison.
I have to close my eyes when she rocks her hips, sliding me into her an inch at a time. I’m concentrating so hard on not moving my hips, I barely hear her soft voice.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you—” I stop her before she can say another word.
“I have to concentrate on not bucking my hips and impaling you on my cock like a fucking rotisserie,” I say through gritted teeth.
Her laughter has her body moving and her muscles around me contracting. “Please, please, don’t laugh. You’re killing me,” I confess as I grip her hips so tightly, I know I’ll leave marks. “I want to fuck you so badly right now.”
“Then do it,” she whispers in my ear as she rocks her hips again, taking another inch. “I won’t break.”
In one swift movement, I have her on her back, her legs spread wide as I ease my cock into her tight pussy inch by inch. She may have permitted me to take her hard, but I give her time to adjust and stretch around me.
When I’m fully seated inside her tight sheath, I pull her up and hold her naked body against mine. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life.
“Ride me,” I demand as I kiss her neck and nip at her shoulder.
Kennedy gives me a devilish grin as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls herself up my length before slamming herself back down. As much as I want to let her have complete control, I can’t stop my hips from bucking to her rhythm as she pulls us closer and closer to the edge.
My arms are wrapped around her body, and hers are tight around my neck, neither of us willing to let go. The words “I love you” are on my tongue, begging to be said. She is the only woman I have ever wanted to give everything up for, including my happiness.
“Reaver,” she pants as her rhythm picks up speed. I grip her hips and slide her up and down my length, slamming her hips against mine until we’re both about to come apart.
I can feel myself about to explode, but I resist until I feel the walls of her tight pussy clench and pulse around my cock. “Fuck, Kennedy!” I yell out her name as I spill my seed deep inside her.
Her body milks mine until there is nothing left inside me. Our breathing is still labored as I hug her body against mine.
“Oh my God.” Kennedy exhales as she rests her sweaty forehead against my shoulder. “That was… I don’t think I have ever come so hard in my life.”
“Me either,” I confess, and it’s the truth. We stay wrapped in each other’s arms, silently enjoying the moment. I would give my life to stay like this for eternity, buried inside the only woman who has ever held my heart.
It isn’t until I feel the warm wetness seep from Kennedy’s body that I realize I didn’t even think about pulling out in the heat of the moment.
If this was before my time in Treachery Prison, I wouldn’t even think twice about it.
Archangels don’t carry diseases and we can only mate with another of angelic descent.
Or at least that was what we were led to believe.
I’m sure my brother and the rest of the fallen Blood Angels and their children would disagree.
It isn’t that I wouldn’t be overjoyed at the prospect of having children with Kennedy. She is everything I would ever want in a mate. But right now, it would only prove to be another pawn to be used against me.
“Kennedy,” I whisper in her ear.
“Mmmm,” A groggy coo comes from her, and I realize she’s fallen asleep in my arms.
I ease us down onto the soft bedding with a gentleness I didn’t realize I possessed. She barely stirs, and my only regret is when a cool breeze blows over my cock as I withdraw from her body.
My brain and heart are at war over what I need and what I must do. I know the longer I lay here next to her, the harder it will be for me to leave. And I have to go.
I stay with her wrapped in my arms for as long as possible.
The sun is beginning to set, and everyone we’ve been avoiding will come looking for us.
I’m careful not to wake her as I ease myself off the chaise.
I don’t dare take my eyes off her, even as I quickly dress.
I want to remember every inch of her body, every curve, and every freckle.
Carefully I cover her naked body with a throw I find on a nearby chair before I kneel beside her.
Brushing a strand of her hair off her face I kiss her lips and rest my forehead on hers. “I will always love you,” I whisper.
Walking out of the cabana, I don’t dare look back. I know if I do, I’ll never leave. With a deep breath and a heavy heart, I step through the Dimmu gate and out of her life forever.