Page 64 of The Reaping Rose

“I need you.” It’s a cry and a moan.

A prayer.

A manifestation.

In a strong sweep, Wilder flips us around so I’m straddling him. My hair hangs in waves over my breasts. His palm flattens on my stomach, grazing up between them until he’s wrapped his hand around the front of my neck.

Gentle but strong.

Possessing me.

“That’s it, Elorie.” He rocks my hips with his other hand while I grip his thighs. “Hold on and let me take what’s mine.”

Both hands grip my hips now, holding me in place so he can thrust up into me. My nipples peek through the curtain of blue hair as I tip my head back. He slams my body down on his like he can’t get enough.

I can’t get enough.

Can’t get enough.

Can’t get⁠—

I’ve lost all thought, all being, but Wilder reads my mind. My heart. My soul.

He pulls me off him and throws me down on the bed, stomach first, as he spreads my legs from behind.

Two fingers slick through my center, driving deep. “You’re divine.”

I shiver at his voice in the thread.

He wraps my hair around one fist as he climbs over me from behind, replacing his fingers with his cock, showing no mercy as he drives in.

“So tight. So needy.” His bare chest heats my back as he tugs my hair, arching my neck so he can whisper into my ear. “If I let you come, what are you going to give me?”

His breath is hot on my neck. Magic weaves through the room as I soak his hard length with every intense drive.

“Everything.” My breath catches as he pauses deep, shoving his knees wider to spread mine. “Everything.”

“That’s right, Starfire. You’re going to give me everything.” The sharp points of his teeth graze my neck, teasing the flesh. “Now come for me.”

Wilder pierces skin as he starts to move again, sealing his lips to my throat. The sting is quickly soothed by the lap of his tongue as he swallows a thick wave of blood. His drink pulls from everywhere. And while his tongue laps against my neck, I feel it between my legs.

Blood pulls from my throat. From my toes. From my fingertips. It rushes as I grip Wilder’s cock harder. As my entire body tenses with the need to unravel.

His teeth sink deeper.

The pull stronger.

The need endless.

And I come apart.

My nails rip at the sheets as he pounds into me from behind, not releasing my hair or my neck as he continues to drink. Until I’m not just myself. I’m a part of him. Swimming through his thoughts, lost in his vision of us.

This endless desire he can’t sate. Even as he drives deep and empties inside me, he can’t get enough. Aether fills the room in a burst of light that forces my eyes closed. It’s the waking of a star in the darkest sky.

We’re here, but we’re not.

We’re separate, but we’re one.