52
Valine slept for perhaps an hour or two when she woke. Malik was beside her—still awake with his eyes slightly shuttered. His arm was around her, fingers skimming her ribs, while the other was tucked up behind his head. She kept her breathing even so he wouldn’t know she was awake, but his scent was heady and her awareness of him was visceral—and so was her arousal.
The more she lay there in silence, the more turned on she got. The more time ticked onward, the thinner her resolve became. She wasn’t ready to talk about her confession, but her body had other plans. Though, perhaps she wouldn’t have to.
Without telling Malik anything further, Valine sat up and swung her legs over his hips. Seating herself firmly over him, his lightly dozing eyes flew wide, and his hands went to her thighs.
“Valine? What are you—?”
She stopped him by abruptly leaning down and kissing him. Her lips were on his and he let out a low sound, half in pain and half in pleasure. Malik parted her lips with his tongue and he swept in, claiming her. Valine’s hands were on his jaw and he sat up hastily, one hand on the small of her back, the other tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck.
“I don’t want to talk about what I said earlier,” she whispered. “I just need this.”
“Can we talk about it later?” he pleaded.
“Later. Right now, I need you,” she rasped.
“Then take me,” he told her, nipping her lip. “I’m yours. I always have been.”
Valine kissed him firmly and started tugging on his shirt. It was off before she could think twice. Malik’s fingers found the ties on her shirt and pulled them apart, her nipples straining against the shifting fabric.
“Are you taking a tonic?” Malik asked lowly, kissing her collarbone.
“Yes,” she gasped. “I assume you are still taking yours?”
“I am. And I have been examined by a physician, I pose no risk of disease.”
He freed her from her shirt and his mouth found her nipple. He pulled the stiff peak into his mouth and let his tongue flick over it, sending a bolt of pleasure directly between her legs. She keened and ground her core down onto his pelvis—she was so wet.
“You will not contract anything from me,” she told him breathlessly. She’d been tested and examined after her last partner, something she did as a precaution. As a necromancer, she generally did not fall to ails and auges, but that didn’t mean she wanted to unknowingly pass something off or risk some sickness that could negate her necromancy.
Her pants were loose so she shimmied out of them quickly and Malik was all too eager to assist. In seconds she was bare atop him and grinding wantonly against the hard ridge that pressed against his sleep pants.
The friction from his thick length was divine.
Malik moaned low in his throat and his hands went to her back, massaging up and down her spine as she rode him over his pants. His eyes rolled back and his lips parted. Valine swept in and pulled his lip between her teeth, while her hands wandered to the waistband of his pants.
“Take them off,” he practically growled. “Then take my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours. I want you to take everything I am.”
Valine turned molten and acquiesced. His pants vanished and they were both utterly naked. She didn’t spare a second’s hesitation as she met his eyes and then guided his cock into her slick core. They both moaned as she sunk to the hilt, feeling him stretch and fill her as he sat up and wrapped his arms around her. Valine tossed her head back, her long dark hair a curtain behind her. She rode him hard, grinding her clit against him and seeking the friction she desperately needed.
“Fuck, Valine. You feel so good,” Malik groaned, mouth going to her chest, pulling a nipple into his mouth. “Like this pussy was made for me.”
“Malik,” she rasped, bouncing against him as he sucked on her hardened peaks.
“Fuck me. Show me how badly you need me.”
Valine increased her pace, headache forgotten. The bed squeaked and she let out a keening sound that matched to Malik’s low groans. She was so consumed in the moment that she didn’t care if anyone heard her. Everyone already thought they were fucking, there was no reason for them not to at this point.
Desire had taken the place of her blood and she felt an orgasm build low in her belly. She fucked harder and Malik thrusted up into her in return, hitting a spot within her that made her see stars.
“Oh, saints. Oh, fuck, just like that,” she managed. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“I can feel you squeezing me. Are you close, Little Liar?”
“Yes,” she keened.
“Come for me. Come on this cock—it’s yours.”
“Mine.”
“Yes, all fucking yours.”
Valine felt herself tipping over the edge and when Malik suddenly flipped them and pinned her to the bed. He began thrusting into her relentlessly, hitting so deep inside her that she came immediately.
Her climax crashed through her like a tidal wave and she arched off the bed as he continued driving into her. Her thighs quaked and she felt as if lightning was dancing in her veins. She wasn’t entirely sure she didn’t scream because all thought had left her mind. Everything was ecstasy and Malik’s perfect body—and the love between them she wasn’t ready to face.
In the final waves of her climax, Malik joined her over the edge, spilling into her. She felt him throb, felt the heat fill her, and she squeezed him tighter in response. He groaned and sank his forehead to his chest.
When the final shudders passed through them, skin sweat-slickened, Malik withdrew. She gazed up at him, lust-addled, but he wore a different expression—a devious one.
He sat back on his haunches and took in her form as she took in his. She gazed at his tattoos, the serpent, the Veritasium Medallion, the blade, the script. His cock was still swollen and slick with her wetness, and Valine clenched from the way it aroused her. He visibly perused her and she watched his eyes land on her core.
And then he moved.
His fingers slid up her leg, drifting from her knee to her inner thigh. She was so sensitized that she shivered and bit her lip. His fingers did not stop until they found her core and then he swept two fingers into her center and dragged his release over her sex. He painted her pussy with his cum, and then he used it to fuck her.
Fingers wet with their combined climaxes, Malik swirled over her clit, pressing expert circles there. He was winding her up again.
“Fuck, Malik. What are you doing to me?”
“You deserve to come again and I want to hear my name fall from those pretty lips when you shatter.”
Suddenly, Malik plunged those two swirling fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She arched off the bed and cried out. She’d just finished, but saints, he knew what he was doing and she was already close again.
The room was filled with the sounds of her thready breathing and the wet slick of her being pleasured.
It was all so much—too much. Malik’s fingers pumped in and out and he was doing wonderous things to her clit. Her second orgasm threatened to take her, she felt it build and she chased it. Her hips thrust up and Malik guided her through it.
“Come,” he commanded. Then grazed his teeth over her nipple and she fucking soared.
She shattered through her orgasm, moaning Malik’s name. She was ruined, so fucking ruined.
When she came down from the high, Malik cleaned them up and then silently returned to the bed. As he pulled her against him, he smoothed her hair and whispered into her ear.
“We won’t talk about it tonight, but just know I have many things to say to you.”
“Okay,” she whispered as they drifted off to sleep naked in each other’s arms.