Reaping Love (2 page)

“And here I thought you were just a blissful person who didn’t want to inflict harm on others.” Vic opened his eyes when she pinched his balls, sending a jolt of pain through him that made him quiver for more.

“Guess you didn’t know me that well. I’m more of a devil than you can ever imagine.” Nadine pushed him down on the bed and removed her shoes and pants. She tugged off his shoes and then stripped Vic of his jeans leaving him completely naked. The storm raged outside and the claps of thunder hammered in time to his racing heart.

“I love devils,” Vic teased.

Nadine slithered on top of him, her breasts pressing against his stomach. He wrapped her in his arms and slid his fingers along the curve of her spine, feeling every indentation and defined muscle. The power within her was mighty, a newborn reaper, just waiting to be unleashed. He settled his hands on the small of her back and felt the round mounds of her ass while she ground against him, titillating him even more. She truly was a devil and was going to make him beg for her. He could deal with that. After being alone for so long, he would do anything for her. Vic eased Nadine forward a few inches and feathered his hands along her inner thighs until he received a shudder from his actions. She arched her back when he began rubbing her clit. Her nails dug into his stomach as her hips thrust forward. It seemed she was as ready as he was.

He worked her buried nub until cries of surrender wailed from her throat. Her hair clung to her forehead. He brushed it away with his free hand and watched her breasts bounce. Her nipples were pert and rose-colored against her pale flesh. Vic could not take it any longer and slipped inside of her, feeling the muscles of her pussy wrap around his length. He thrust into her and Nadine began to ride him.

“Yes, that’s it,” Nadine cried out.

He grabbed her hips and created the rhythm between them. Nadine leaned over and captured his lips. Vic tasted the mocha on her lips and savored the flavor. His new lover rode him faster until he could barely keep up with her. He cupped her breasts and felt the bliss traveling his nerves. He could barely draw a breath he was so close. Nadine was a goddess to him, riding him like he was a deranged bull. It all felt so good. Her pussy was warm and they fit so well together. She dug her nails into his sides and threw her head back and screamed. At the same moment Nadine came, Vic plunged into her and felt himself come at once.

His lover moved against him a few more times and then collapsed on top of him. She rested her face on his chest. The scent of her hair reminded him of lilies and jasmine. It brought the image to mind of locked crypts and the fresh earth aroma brought out at funerals. It reminded him they were the same. Nadine kissed his throat and rolled over to nestle in the crook of his arm. She fit there perfectly. Vic draped his arm over her protectively.

“So you are going to stay with me?” Vic asked.

She circled her index finger over his heart. “That was the reason I asked to come back here.”

He glanced at her, trying to hide his surprise. “You wanted to come be with me?”

“I saw your sadness and felt you reciprocated my feelings. It would’ve been nice to have known before, but it all happened so suddenly. An instant of pain when car hit me and then you were there leading me onward.”

“I was glad to do it.”

“Speaking of death, have you seen that lawyer that would come into the coffee shop? The one who was always hopped up on espresso?”

“You mean Ethan. Yeah, he was in today. Why do you ask?”

Nadine smiled. “He’s my first assignment.”

“Ahh…that would explain why I saw his demise today when I touched him. I guess I get to show you the ropes. From what I saw it seemed to be this afternoon.”

She flashed him a quick smile. “Well that gives me plenty of time for one of those delicious Mocha Espressos you make, maybe add a little bit more chocolate.”

“I’m sure we can do that. You do know what they say about coffee, right?”

“No, what do they say about coffee?”

Vic chuckled before he answered. “It’s like death and taxes. It’s always going to be there.”

“Well good, because I don’t think I could live without my coffee.”

“You don’t—have to live with it—because you’re already dead.”

Nadine poked him until it hurt. “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

“I know. I’m hilarious. Comes with being dead. You sure you’re going to be able to handle it?”

She poked him in the ribs one last time. “Sure am. You’re stuck with me. Until death do us part.”

The End

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