Page 67 of Reaper

She moves to step back, but I don’t let go. She looks up at me in question and I rub my thumb across her cheek.

“Tony. Call me Tony, Darlin’. Or Anthony. Whichever you prefer. You don’t have to call me Reaper unless you want to.”

A soft smile lights up her face and she leans into me, nuzzling my hand that’s still cupping her cheek. “Do you have a preference? I don’t want to use a name that you don’t like.”

I shake my head. “I’m fine with either. Although, it’s mainly my parents and grandparents that still call me Anthony.”

She hums and then her smile widens. “I’ve always loved the name Anthony. In fact, if I ever have kids someday, and had a son, I wanted to name him ‘Anthony’.”

Fuck, the thought of Lark round with my baby makes my dick twitch in my pants.

“You want kids, Darlin’?”

A beautiful blush forms on her cheeks and runs down her neck. She nibbles on her bottom lip as she nods. “Yeah. I’ve always wanted a big family. I hated being an only child. What about you?” She pauses as a slightly panicked look sparks in her eyes and she buries her face in her hands. “Shit. I think we just skipped a shit ton of steps by talking about kids and giving you space here.”

Chuckling, I gently tug on her wrists and lower her hands. “Lark, we can talk about kids or whatever you want to talk about. I don’t give a shit if someone thinks we’re moving to fast or not. All I care about are your feelings on the matter. Now, as for kids…” I pause as I grasp her hips, pulling her flush against me. Her eyes widen in shock as her gaze locks back with mine. “I’d almost given up on being able to have a family until you came along. You are the first person I can see myself having a family with. As you can feel, the thought of you round with my baby doesn’t bother me one fucking bit. But I am curious about something. You only mentioned a son before. What’d you want to name the baby if you had a girl?”

I’m surprised when her eyes flash in anger before a look of sadness comes over her.

“I wanted to name her Grace,” she whispers, and it takes me a moment before I understand what she’s really saying.

Kelly named her daughter, Aiden’s daughter, Grace as another way to hurt Lark.

“There’s no reason why you still can’t name her Grace if you have a daughter. Or if you don’t want to use it as a first name because of that cunt, you can always use it as a middle name.”

Lark sighs and nods as she rests her forehead against my chest. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

I shake my head, and cup her chin, making her look back up at me again. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Lark. That was all on her. On them. None of it was your fault.” I hesitate, but at seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, I decide to fully lay it out there for her. Well, maybe not everything because I don’t want her running. “You don’t have to say it in return, but I love you, Lark. I have for a while now. As I’ve said before, now that you’re my woman, I want you as my Old Lady. And someday, as my wife. Yes, people might say we’re moving too fast, but you’re it for me and I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to be ready for the next step.”

For a moment, she just stares up at me in shock before she reaches up, grasps the back of my neck and pulls me down for a searing kiss.

After a few moments, we both pull back, gasping for air.

“Anthony.”

Her breathy, raspy voice has me groaning and my hips rock before I can stop it.

“Fuck, Darlin’. I love the sound of my name on your lips.”

“Anthony,” she says again before whimpering slightly as her hips rock against me.

Grasping her ass, I pick her up and she yelps a bit, as her legs come up, locking around my hips. Her eyes are wide with alarm and she tightens her arms and legs around me even more.

“Put me down, Anthony. I’m too heavy.”

I scoff and shake my head. “Lark, I would carry you all day if you’d let me. You aren’t heavy and I love all your curves, so get those thoughts out of your gorgeous mind.” Walking over to her bed, I lay her down and when I follow her down, I roll my hips against her, letting her feel me. “I love you and every single thing about you, Lark. I’ll prove it as many times as you need me to.”

Kissing down her jaw and then her neck, I take in all the places that make her shiver or gasp. Her hips roll against me and I do the same, wishing we were naked for this but I’m not going that far with Granny awake downstairs.

“My woman seems a bit needy. Can you be quiet, Darlin’?”

Lark whimpers but nods her head as she nibbles on her lip again.

“Please, Anthony. Make me cum,” she begs as she rolls her hips against me again before pulling me back down for another searing kiss.

Resting my forearms on the bed on either side of her head, I thrust my hips against her hot core as I swallow her moans. She writhes against me, and I shift my weight to one arm and let my hand trail over her shoulder, down her chest, and rub my thumb over her nipple. Her back arches and I swallow another moan of hers as I continue to tease her through her clothes.

Her muscles in her legs tighten and tremble slightly. I thrust my hips faster, rubbing my cock even faster and harder over her hot core. A few moments later, she stiffens and pulls back, gasping as she cum. I drink up every expression on her gorgeous face. She’s absolutely beautiful when she cums. I slow my pace as I prolong her orgasm and kiss her again.