Queen of The Reapers by Jessa Halliwell
Five
I’m notsure if he’s unable to argue against my reasoning or if he simply chooses not to. Either way, Tristan stands to his full height and strips off his clothes. It’s not supposed to be a show, but his movements feel slow and seductive, as if time is moving differently.
Every pop of a button and every slide of a zipper reveals more and more ink coated skin and I can’t help but marvel at the beauty that is Tristan’s body. His golden skin is stretched tightly over powerful cords of muscle from the top of his thick shoulders to bottom of his muscular legs. His tattoos are placed with intention, highlighting the hard ridges of his chest and stomach and disappearing right before his mouth-watering v. His cock is perfect too, thick, long, and impossibly hard as it awaits my undivided attention. Tristan is a living god and I’ve never been more ready to praise him.
I push off the edge of the tub and glide backwards, giving him ample space to join me. The air in the room is fragrant, hot, and sticky, and when Tristan levels his emerald eyes on me, I can feel the heat rushing from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. I slink back deeper into the water, trying to disguise the hunger that’s written all over my face. I’ve never craved this man so badly before.
Tristan steps into the water, and it’s as if I’m watching a scene in a movie. The overhead light shines down on him, casting every single inch of his muscular physique in hard shadows and light. Even in his fully exposed state, he doesn’t look vulnerable; he looks like he’s headed into battle. His lips are set in a hard line, and his chiseled jaw is tilted up. Despite his closed off nature, nothing about this man is shy or timid. His movements are deliberate and his intentions are clear. Tristan wants to feast and I’m the only thing on the menu.
My eyelids grow heavy and my teeth sink into my bottom lip as he slowly inches his way towards me. Even the hot tendrils of steam can’t seem to resist his charm. They rise from the water and swirl around him, almost as if they, too, were pulled in by his gravitational force. He sees my reaction and a sinister grin forms on his lips. He has me in the palm of his hands and he knows it.
Tristan sinks his head under the water and disappears, only to resurface within a hair's breadth away from me. Tiny beads of water trickle down the strong planes of his face, gliding off of his long, thick lashes and dribbling down his almost too full lips. His green eyes pin me with a primal stare and I know that neither of us can stop what’s about to happen.
Our lips crash into each other in a violent collision. Tension, rage, and lust spill out between us as we lick, bite, and conquer each other’s mouths with staggering force.
“You’re a pain in the fucking ass.” Tristan grunts, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip.
“So are you.” I groan, fisting fingers full of his hair as I dive in for another violent kiss.
I feel his cock harden underneath me and I instinctively grind against him as if it’s the most natural thing to do. Tristan pulls back and smirks, studying me as he dips his hand beneath us and opens the drain. Last chance, his eyes seem to say, as if I have any actual choice in the matter. I was fucked the second I asked him to join me. Now, there’s no way in hell I’m stopping this now.
Our bodies mold against each other again in a tangle of limbs and slippery skin. The way we touch each other feels possessive, raw, and consuming. We needed this. This exchange of power. This battle of wills.
As the water plummets around us, I sink my hand beneath the shallow surface and wrap my fingers around his enormous cock. He’s so hard and thick with need, and I can’t wait any longer. I angle his cock towards my entrance and wince a little when the head breaks through. The stretch feels impossible, but I don’t stop. I need to feel him pulse inside of me. I need to know that this is real. That everything happening between us isn’t just a fever dream.
I pivot my hips slightly and lower myself on the full length of his cock, soaking up the delicious pressure and fullness I feel as he slides all the way in. Tristan’s head falls back, and he releases a rough groan as his large hands palm my ass. His fingers painfully grip my ass as he guides my hips up and down and up and down.
“Fuck, Baby. Just like that.” He murmurs. “Just like that.”
He leans my body forward and catches one of my nipples into his mouth, biting down with just the right pressure. He flicks his tongue against my nipple and my body jolts, sending a cocky smirk to his face. He does it again as he pumps into me and my head lulls. Loving my reaction, he picks up his tempo and does it again.
Flick and fuck. Flick and fuck. Flick and fuck.
We get into a rhythm that is so goddamn divine, so utterly earth-shattering that my body gives out and I become nothing more than a toy for Tristan to fuck.
He grips me tighter while his movements become more aggressive. Everything about the way he fucks me feels raw and primal. Like he is so maddened with lust, he could devolve into an animal at any moment.
He’s gliding my pussy up and down his shaft faster now and the last remnants of water are splashing all over the place, but neither of us care. Our hunger has taken over.
He’s fucking me harder, with pure abandon, and my bones are mush. I melt into him as he squeezes my ass and ruthlessly pounds into me.
Flesh against flesh. Heartbeat against heartbeat.
He grips my wet hair, tilts my head, and licks my throat from the base of my neck to the tip of my chin. “Mine.” He grunts, thrusting harder. “All fucking mine.”
I nod my head and mumble in agreement, knowing he didn’t expect an answer but giving him one, anyway. I can’t even think straight. All I see is Tristan and all I feel is his cock as it mercilessly pounds into me.
“Moan for me.” He groans, biting my neck in a rough, animalistic claim. “Let me hear that beautiful fucking voice.”
And I do. I moan his name like I’m saying a prayer. Like he’s a god and I’m worshiping at his altar. And he fucks me like I’m his goddess. Like this is his own personal way of honoring my divinity.
A powerful orgasm ricochets through me, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Tristan’s cock fills me up while simultaneously ripping me apart, and it is the best feeling I’ve ever had.
My pussy squeezes tightly around his cock and he fucks me harder and faster until his own climax has him groaning in rhythm with my moans. It’s animalistic. It’s primal. And it’s fucking perfect.
After coming down from our impossible high, we finish cleaning up, dry off, and eventually pull ourselves out of the bathroom. Tristan carries me to my room and carefully dresses my wounds before crawling into bed beside me. We don’t speak, but we don’t really need to. Our bodies spoke for us.
I fight to keep my eyes open as we lay in bed, gazing into each other's eyes. His lids are heavy too, and I can tell that neither of us wants this night to end. I feel a closeness to him I’ve never felt before and I don’t want anything to get in our way again. It’s like we used to be two separate planets. Afraid to get too close to each other in fear that one’s gravity will throw off the other’s. But somehow, among all the chaos, we found a way to stay in each other’s orbit and now, neither of us wants to leave.
I close my eyes, just for a moment, and breathe him in. The heady scent of a lush evergreen forest overtakes my senses and I let out a soft sigh. This is exactly where I want to be right now. With my silent protector. My breathing evens out and sleep slowly creeps in. I try to fight it, but every part of my body gets heavier and heavier with each passing moment.
“Stay?” I mumble, keeping my eyes closed. “Please.” I hate how vulnerable I sound, but I need him with me tonight, now more than ever.
Tristan presses a soft kiss on my forehead and runs his thumb along my cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, Baby.” He whispers. “You have my word.”
And with that promise, I drift off to sleep and dream of a silent knight who helped me slay my dragons and was finally ready to put down his shield.