I removed a package of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Holding them in front of her face, I shook the candy. “Chocolate for me.”
She smacked her lips together, eyeing the treat.
“There’s more in the bag. I didn’t know what you’d want.”
The movie started, and it looked like some chick flick. Prudence licked her lips, eyes focused on her nachos when she groaned. It reminded me of her flushed expression as she sucked my cock the night before. My body jolted, and I focused my attention on the screen. Ah, fuck. I wanted to eat her up. Why did everything she do seem so sensual and sweet?
“Ahh...” Prudence sighed happily, tilting her head. “It’s the little things like this that humans take for granted. Doing nothing is always the most fun.”
“Maybe because doing nothing sounds like perfection to an immortal who works nonstop?” I wiped the cheese from her chin, and she thanked me. My nerve endings came to life and my skin tingled. My princess gave me her time, her smile, and her attention—precious gifts I didn’t feel like I deserved.
“True,” she admitted. “It’s scary to think of what will become of this world if Reapers fail.”
Sensing her fear, my heart plummeted, and bile rose to my mouth. As I rubbed her knee, I said, “Don’t talk like that.”
Shaking her head, she looked at me. “Enough about my world. Let’s talk about you. You have money, so you have a job. Right?”
It was the conversation I dreaded. “It’s a contract gig.”
She leaned into me, bumping my shoulder with hers. “That tells me nothing.”
“I kill people.”
Her eyes bulged. “You’re a hitman?”
“It’s a good way to feed myself,” I blurted. “I never eat someone’s soul unless they deserve death. Not after…” Acid filled my mouth. Thankfully, Prudence hadn’t delved that deep into my memories. I wasn’t ready to talk about the moment her father came to me.
“Hey,” she murmured. I nearly swallowed my tongue as her beautiful azure gaze met mine. “I kill bad guys every day without remorse. Your kind can sense good and evil, can’t they?”
“Yes.” I exhaled. “When I first became a soul reaper, I couldn’t tell the difference.”
She smiled softly. “I know.”
God, I didn’t deserve her. I slumped forward as the tension drained from me. Prudence settled herself between my legs and put my arms around her waist. My heart relaxed as if she cradled it in the palm of hand, protecting it from harm.
Muttering something about being cold, Prudence materialized another blanket. Covering herself, she burrowed deeper within my embrace and blood rushed to my cock.
“There are a lot of places you must take me after this movie, Soul Reaper. A lot of demonic activity needs to be handled,” she mumbled, wiggling herself against me.
“Oh yeah?” Holding her tightly in my arms, I buried my face against her neck. Every time I kissed along her collarbone or blew across her pebbled skin, she shuddered.
“Yeah,” she agreed breathlessly.
My body shimmered, bones and flesh threatening to fade away as my emotions grew. Closing my eyes, I breathed in her candy scent. My soul desired to touch her too, but it would have to wait. Reeling myself in, I reveled in her being in my arms. Being mine. With her, I’d always teeter between my darkest desires to possess her and hoping she’d stay beside me. Prudence was a balancer of life and death. Her existence would stabilize all the ugly and good inside me.
As the movie went on, Prudence curled against my lap and watched. I took in the beautiful way she pressed into me while laughing and clutching my arms. Suddenly, my throat tickled, making it hard to swallow. I was mesmerized and equally terrified of losing the happiness I found with her.
I’ll live for all her small reactions to the world and me.
“You’ll what?” Prudence murmured.
I paused, not realizing I spoke out loud. “What?” I echoed.
“You didn’t say anything?”
“I don’t remember.”
My mated turned slightly. “Are you even watching the movie?”
“I’d rather watch you.”
Her chest rose and fell, then she smiled before tucking herself against me. Prudence kept burrowing herself into me like she wished for us to be one. “Oh.” Happiness spilled out through the bond, and I couldn’t resist squeezing her tightly.
“You like that, don’t you?” I teased.
“What do you mean?”
“My. Eyes. On. You.”
Her body vibrated against mine. I suspected Prudence tried to suppress her giggles. “Yes, actually I do, but you’re missing a funny movie.”
“I think I’ve made you smile more than the screen has.”
“Oh, my