Chapter 46 Aerin
AERIN
Bursting through the door of the cabin Aerin lets out a laugh, Malice hot on her heels.
He captures her by the waist, pulling her into his body.
His lips find her neck as he slams the door shut with his boot behind them.
Aerin’s entire chest feels full, and she can’t stop laughing.
As if her joy needs a way out of her body.
As if nothing else in the world matters aside from this, from him.
Aerin turns in his arms, yanking off her top as she does.
He groans, diving his head down to her chest and kissing down one breast and up the next.
His hands skate over her sides, leaving trails of hot skin in their wake, as if every cell inside of her is lighting up with his touch.
When his hands reach her chest, he palms each breast through her bra.
Aerin grips his massive biceps, nails digging into his skin as he massages her, fingers deftly move over her nipples, pinching in sync.
“These are fucking perfect, you know that? You are fucking perfect,” Malice growls.
In one sharp movement he tears her bra at the center, and Aerin laughs at the absurdity.
Her laughs turn to moans when he captures a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling over the point and making her eyes roll back.
Gods, she wants him. Every pull on her chest is like a bolt straight down to her core.
Her panties already soaked through, her need rising.
She tears at his shirt, and Malice pulls away only enough for her to pull it off. When he’s free of it, his lips finally find hers. It’s unlike any of their previous kisses, not biting or sharp or furious. It’s tender, his lips moving softly as his tongue sweeps into her mouth, making her shiver.
Aerin holds his face in both her hands. She both wants this to last forever and for him to sink into her as soon as physically possible.
When Malice pulls back, their eyes connect. His reverence abates as his eyes travel down her bare chest. When he looks at her face again, all Aerin can see is lust.
Malice’s mouth crashes back into hers, ravaging her, leaving nothing unexplored.
Ever the multitasker, he grips her thighs and hoists her into the air.
Aerin squeals in delight against his mouth before moaning as she grinds her hips down against the hard bulge she now finds pressed against her core.
She thinks she might get addicted to the groan that falls from Malice as she does.
As Malice drops Aerin unceremoniously onto the bed, she laughs again—equal parts delight and arousal.
Malice gives her a well-earned smile in response; gone is the growling, demanding, male from last night.
The one who had to be in control of every moment.
Aerin sees him now, sees this version of him, equally enticing, but freer.
“Hurry up and fuck me, Malice,” Aerin demands, a lightheartedness to her voice.
“You are always so bossy, Princess,” Malice tsks, gripping her pants and pulling them down in one swift motion.
Aerin helps him get her panties free of her feet.
“If I can recall,” Malice murmurs between kisses to her ankle, calf, and knee.
“You become much less coherent once I start paying some attention to this.” When his sentence ends his mouth is on her core.
Aerin gasps and keens as his hot mouth explores her without reservation.
Aerin’s hands, one in his hair and the other on the sheets, tighten as he expertly alternates between fucking her with his tongue and flicking that same tongue over her clit.
Aerin doesn’t hold back any sounds of her pleasure, letting moans and whimpers fall from her lips.
“Just as I thought,” Malice murmurs into her thigh, giving it a nice bite that makes Aerin jump.
She grins before his fingers join his mouth.
As two fingers slide inside of her, Aerin gasps, winding higher.
He pumps them in and out skillfully. After a few strokes Malice hits the spot that makes Aerin see stars and she all but chokes.
“Right there, hmm?”
Aerin feels his smug grin against her inner thigh but can’t form words to sass him.
“Let’s see what this does to you.” He keeps his fingers at the same angle, pumping them in and out of her as he lowers his mouth to her once again.
His tongue flicks over her clit in a pattern that drives Aerin wild.
The tension in her body heightens, the coil tightening, liquid heat pooling in her abdomen.
“There. Yes. Fuck. Malice.” Each word punches out of Aerin just before she tumbles over the edge and loses all control of her body.
Everything releases in a wave of euphoria that seems to go on and on.
Malice coaxes her through her orgasm before pulling away, an incredibly self-satisfied smile on his face.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Aerin teases, covering her eyes with a forearm as she catches her breath.
“Like what?” Malice asks knowingly as he sheds his own pants.
“Like you’re the cat who caught the canary,” Aerin says back, lowering her arm to look at him.
Aerin’s seen him before, but never fully naked, never like this. Malice is like a wildfire, so brutally beautiful.
“Not a Cat,” he growls, grabbing her ankle and yanking her to the end of the bed where he stands.
Aerin spreads her legs around his hips as he lines his thick cock up with her.
She wants nothing more than for him to sink inside of her.
Malice looks down at her flushed body with a level of admiration Aerin has never seen on him before.
“You are mine, Aerin Tolvare.”
Aerin’s reply is lost when he thrusts forward. She has no thoughts remaining beyond how incredibly good he feels. Malice doesn’t hesitate, immediately thrusting his cock in and out of her. He fills her impossibly well, like a key to a lock. There is no place inside of her that she doesn’t feel him.
Her lips are captured in a kiss, his tongue inside of her mouth, his cock inside of her pussy, and his hands: one tight on her hip, the other carefully caressing her cheek.
Malice breaks the kiss, pulling back to move at a punishing pace. His wings flare out around them, casting Aerin under warm light, filtered through the membranes of the most gorgeous things she’s ever seen.
“You feel so fucking perfect. I knew you would. Perfect for me,” Malice groans into her neck.
He alternates between kissing her and losing himself in the feeling.
Each grunt he makes takes Aerin higher. Each stroke of his cock against her walls, each jolt as his hips meet hers.
Aerin’s orgasm builds, winding up and up again.
When Malice shifts his hips, changing the angle so he’s thrusting up into her Aerin can’t hold herself back.
Each thrust like a second ticking down on a timer barreling her towards orgasm.
“Mal, Mal, Mal,” Aerin chants.
It’s the only warning he gets before she shatters around him, nails digging into his shoulders for dear life, driven higher and higher by his lack of faltering. Just when Aerin is about to beg him to stop, he too is coming apart with a roar.
Malice pulls himself from her, spattering her torso with his cum as he trembles above her. Watching Malice cum immediately becomes a cherished memory. And maybe so does the look he gives her when he comes back to himself. An expression that looks a whole lot like love.