Smex Scene Sunday

Hero: Reaper. Enforcer for the MC -Torpedos Ink. Deadly and dangerous, his falling for the club’s new bartender could be his salvation or his ruin.

Heroine: Anya. New bartender for the MC. Raised on the streets, she’s just looking for safe harbor and a family to love. Loving Reaper is easy, surviving him is another story.

He kicked the door shut and tossed her on the bed and threw the flannel into the corner. Putting one knee on the bed, he reached for her shoes. She couldn’t breathe, the need was so strong. His face was dark, cut with harsh lines of pure carnal lust. That took any breath she had left in her lungs away. She’d never seen him anyway but in complete control.

His hands were strong as they peeled away her jeans and panties in one swift motion, leaving her sprawled out on the bed, naked except for her bra. Dropping to his knees at the end of the bed, he dragged her body to him, using her ankles. She had no chance to do anything to prepare. He jerked her thighs wide, tossed her legs over his shoulders, and his mouth was there. Right where she needed it the most.

She bucked, the world exploding, fragmenting as the orgasm rushed over her that fast. He didn’t stop. He didn’t even seem to notice. He devoured her. Ate her. Took complete control of her body so that she felt helpless against the onslaught of his mouth and teeth and tongue. He knew exactly what he was doing and he gave it all to her, so much that her mind turned to mush, so that there was no thinking person, only a wild, out of control woman, head thrashing back and forth on the sheets and her hips riding his mouth.

The third orgasm had her entire body shuddering with pleasure, but her hands fisting in his hair, trying to pull his head away. “You have to stop.” He had to or she was going to go insane. She’d lost the ability to think properly or reason, she could only feel, and her body couldn’t keep up with his wild tongue.
His head came up as if scenting something trying to deprive him of his prize. She looked into those blue eyes, so dark now, so wild, and he looked terrifying in his intensity. His face was slick with her, and that just added to the sensual, wanton lust stamped so deep in the lines there.

“Belongs to me. All of this body. All of you. You take what I give you.”

She couldn’t. She couldn’t. Anya shook her head, and then his mouth was back and he was once again taking control of her body and mind. Every word reverberated through her mind, bouncing off the walls until she was wailing again, his teeth raking her clit, sending her flying.

He stood, still wedged between her thighs, his eyes holding hers as he leaned down, caught her bra in one hand and ripped the stretchy lace right off her, exposing her breasts. Keeping his eyes on hers, he began to slowly pull his colors off, folding them neatly and setting them aside.

“Understand what’s happening here. You’re in my world. That means you live by our rules. This is done, you don’t whine or cry or give me grief. When I say it’s over, it is. You got that? I need you to say you understand.”

She did. She so did. He was on board with the one night of pure, blazing sex, although it was daytime, but what difference did it make? This was so perfect. She needed this desperately. All those nights of looking at him, wondering what it would be like, and it was so much better than she’d imagined. Better, and yet, terrifying. She couldn’t possibly keep up with Reaper’s sexual needs. He was truly beyond her imagination.

“I understand. No whining. I promise.”