Bloodrush〈76 x Reader x Reaper〉

Chapter Eighteen: Searing Anger

A/N: NSFW warning—this is pretty much a lemon. Sorry for the wait, you guys. It took me four tries to write this chapter. Thanks for your patience! And sorry for typos in advance!

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Gabriel's anger was palpable. His sneer long gone, you realized it was all a façade to mask his pain.

The alcohol on his breath gave him away when he closed the distance between you.

Unflinchingly, you let him draw near. You wanted to quell his misgivings, to embrace him and insist that everything would work out. But your voice caught in your throat the instant his lips brushed yours. Having expected a kiss, you gasped in alarm when he grabbed the neckline of your paper gown and tore the flimsy article straight down the middle. You realized that his intentions continued to be malicious, that he planned on forcefully taking you. "Gabe! Stop!"

He didn't listen. Despite your struggles, his hand grazed your body, his lips sought yours. He'd woven his fingers through your hair, grasping a fistful and pulling so that he'd have fuller access to your mouth. He ignored your protests, covering your lips, your cheeks, your throat with searing kisses. Gabriel pulled you against him, crushing you against his unyielding form as he reveled in the feel of your breasts against his chest.

And moments into his coercion... you gave into your own mounting desire for him. It had been far too long since you felt his touch. Head spinning, you moaned in response to his rousing caress—the way he so expertly moved his mouth over every inch of your skin, your breasts, leaving your sensitized nipples wet with saliva, your skin covered with wine-red marks, your pussy throbbing with need.

In his urgency, his lips crashed against yours again, his tongue darting greedily into your mouth. He didn't care that you'd betrayed him. The alcohol was doing wonders in suppressing that pain. His influenced mind was set on one thing—and that was to bury himself inside you, to fuck the anger away. All he could envision was thrusting into you, feeling your wet heat around him, milking him...

You stifled a cry when Gabriel's hand closed over your arm in his impetuous state of mind, and you squeezed your eyes shut. But he grew clearheaded the instant he realized he'd caused you pain. Drawing back, he felt the blood beneath his ungloved fingers, and his dark eyes smoldered with fury. Gritting his teeth, he learned to ignore the ache surging through his loins. "Who did this to you?"

Confusion marked your features as you looked up at your fiancé. You felt his evil streak dissipate. The heat in his gaze abated, mixed with cool calculation. When you didn't answer his question right away, he undid the makeshift bandage and saw the oozing puncture wounds. "Was it O'Deorain?" His handsome mouth twisted into a scowl.

The realization that he could never see you hurt sank in—he could try to be menacing all he wanted. But his love for you incapacitated him beyond reason, in spite of the bitterness he felt. And you realized it, too.

Without answering him, you clasped a hand to the nape of his neck and pulled him close. "Shut up and kiss me." Your demand was soft as your silken lips brushed against his in a slow, torturous fashion.

His eyes turned hard and hungry in response. The way you felt in his arms was so yielding, so vulnerable. Perversely, it made him want to protect and ravish you at the same time. Gabriel pressed his lips to yours and you felt his desperation in the contact.

His fingers curled at the base of your skull, angling your head the way he wanted it. His other hand at your waist, his fingers were digging into your flesh. When you looked up at him, the lust in his eyes was so intense, your lips parted in awe.