The Grim Reaper's Mate

Shreya Chakraborty Paranormal

"Touch me."

She raised up her trembling arms and wrapped them about him. His flesh was icy cold and as hard as iron. Still trembling, she brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. He was so cold, and so strong, and his touch felt profoundly alien. She whispered, "You're so cold."

"You can warm me."

He slid one of his great arms beneath her and cradled her. The whole of her body was trembling, her breath ragged. Erebus whispered, "You have nothing to fear. I will not hurt you."

Tentatively fighting down her fear, she whispered, "I want it."

She felt the head of his member press against her, the cold of its touch exciting, stimulating. She longed to press forward and accept him, but her fear rooted her. The mixture of lust and fear was exhilarating.
She felt the head of his member enter her, and slowly, inch by inch, its length. The girth of it filled and stretched her. She moaned and shuddered as she took him in; with each successive inch, she feared it would fill her completely before she'd taken all of him, but when their hips met she found he fit her perfectly. The cold made her acutely, pleasurably aware of every inch.

"So big," she gasped.

The Reaper smiled. "Do you like it?"

She moaned.

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