Chapter 18 #3
His fingers kept moving while his mouth worked me until holding still became impossible.
Tension gathered tighter through my stomach with every stroke, every curl of his fingers, and every vibration of his purr.
When he added a third finger, I gasped at the added fullness.
I’d already felt how hard he was against me earlier, and the care he was taking now made it obvious he intended to make sure I was ready for him.
The contrast between that patience and what his mouth was doing finally tipped me over.
I came with a cry that bounced faintly off the rock overhang, my body clenching around his fingers while both hands found his hair.
Malek stayed with me through it, his tongue gentling while his fingers remained inside me, holding the same pressure as the strongest aftershocks moved through me.
By the time I could breathe normally again, my legs were still trembling.
Malek lifted his head, his eyes dark and hungry.
“Again.” I reached for Malek before he could ask whether I needed a minute and pulled him back toward me.
A slow smile crossed his face. He kissed his way back up my body, letting me taste myself on his mouth before settling between my thighs.
The blunt pressure of him against my entrance made me inhale sharply.
He was thick—thicker than I had expected from what I had felt through his clothes—and the first push of his hips sent a stretching burn through me that made my nails press into his back.
“Easy.” Malek murmured against my jaw, his voice rough with the effort of holding himself back while his hand steadied my hip.
“I know what I can take.” I reminded Malek as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, making it clear I wasn’t asking him to retreat.
The sound that left his chest was half purr, half growl.
He entered me slowly, inch by careful inch, his breathing growing rougher with every second he forced himself to wait.
I breathed through the strongest part of the stretch.
Slick and everything he had already done made it easier, but I still felt every bit of him as he moved deeper, and Malek watched my face the entire time.
When he was finally fully inside me, both of us stopped. My legs tightened around his waist while his forehead rested briefly against mine.
“Move.” I pleaded with Malek as I shifted beneath him, impatient now that my body had adjusted.
Malek’s hands tightened around my hips, and the careful pace disappeared.
He moved harder and faster, each thrust dragging another sound from me.
The blanket bunched beneath my back and the stone underneath was unforgiving in places, but none of it held my attention for long.
“You feel incredible.” Malek groaned, his voice rough enough that it barely sounded like the same man who had spent the morning asking about magazine layouts. His fingers flexed against my hips. “So tight around me.”
My body clenched at the praise. Malek felt it, and his purr surged as I dragged my nails down his back and felt the muscles beneath my hands tighten.
“Harder.” I gasped to Malek, my legs drawing him closer. “Please.”
Malek answered with a deep growl and gave me exactly what I asked for.
His thrusts became harder, losing the deliberate control he had started with.
The sound of skin against skin mixed with our breathing and the steady drip of water beyond the shelter, while cedar and honey filled the small space until I could barely distinguish one scent from the other.
Pleasure tightened through me again. Malek seemed to feel the change before I said anything, one of his hands sliding between us while the other caught the back of my neck and tipped my head enough for his mouth to find my throat.
“Come for me.” Malek urged against my ear, his voice strained as his fingers moved between us.
“I want to feel you come around me.” The pressure of his hand and the harder rhythm of his hips hit together, and I couldn’t hold the release back.
I cried out his name as my body clenched around him, my legs tightening while pleasure left me shaking.
Malek growled against my shoulder but kept moving, his knot not even beginning to form yet.
“Not yet.” Malek held my hips steady when I started to go boneless beneath him, his growl rough against my skin. “I’m not done with you.”
The measured control I was used to seeing in him was gone from almost everything except the way he handled me.
His hands stayed steady and his attention remained fixed on my reactions, but the rest of him was considerably less composed.
He kept moving until the sensitivity started bordering on too much.
“Malek.” I gasped his name as my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Wait—just a second.”
“I’ve got you.” Malek slowed immediately, searching my face while one hand moved from my hip to the back of my neck. “Need me to stop?”
“No.” I shook my head and caught my breath before tightening my arms around him again. “Turn me over. I want you behind me.”
A rough sound escaped Malek as he pulled out carefully and helped me turn onto my hands and knees.
My legs shook enough that one of his arms came around my waist until I found my balance.
I was completely exposed to him in the new position, and my pulse jumped even though I had been the one to ask for it.
“Perfect.” Malek murmured from behind me, his palms following the curve of my spine before settling firmly at my hips.
The praise sent another shiver through me.
Malek positioned himself behind me again, the head of him pressing against my entrance.
I pushed back instinctively, but he didn’t give me what I wanted immediately.
Instead, he teased me with shallow thrusts, barely entering before withdrawing again.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
“Please.” I gasped to Malek as I pressed back more insistently, my fingers curling into the blanket. “Malek, I need you inside me. Please.”
“Since you asked so sweetly.” Malek’s answer came rough behind me as his grip tightened around my hips.
Then he drove forward. I cried out as he filled me completely in one deep thrust, the new position changing the angle enough that my arms trembled beneath me.
Malek’s hands held my hips as he established a hard rhythm, pulling me back to meet him again and again.
His breathing had become rough behind me, the occasional growl breaking through whenever my body tightened around him.
“You take me so well.” Malek praised beside my ear when he leaned over me, one arm coming around my waist. “Fuck, Evie.”
I clenched around him again, and his rhythm broke for half a second. That was when I noticed he was close, but his knot still hadn’t begun to swell.
“You’re holding back.” I gasped to Malek, looking over my shoulder as far as the position allowed.
“I want one more from you first.” Malek answered through a rough breath, his hand tightening against my hip before sliding around my waist. A shiver ran through me.
Malek had been paying attention from the moment he touched me, and now he used everything he had learned.
His pace picked up while one hand moved between my thighs again and the other threaded into my hair, not pulling hard enough to hurt, only tipping my head back so his mouth could find my neck.
“One more.” Malek urged against my ear, his voice fraying as he held me closer.
“Give me one more.” His fingers and the hard rhythm behind me pushed me over before I could answer.
I threw my head back with his name on my lips, my body clenching around him hard enough to drag a broken groan from his throat.
“Now.” Malek growled, his hand locking around my hip as the first change in his knot pressed against me.
I felt it begin to swell. Malek drove deep and stayed there, his hips flush against mine while the pressure built.
The growing stretch made me suck in a breath, my body still pulsing from the orgasm he had just dragged out of me.
His knot expanded gradually inside me, stretching me more than I have ever had.
“Malek.” I gasped his name as my fingers clutched the blanket, needing something to hold while the pressure increased.
“I’ve got you.” Malek wrapped one arm securely around my waist and pulled my back against his chest as much as our position allowed. “Breathe for me.”
I focused on his voice as his knot locked fully inside me.
The pressure became intense enough that tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, and I sucked in a shaky breath while every pulse of him registered where we were joined.
Malek stayed still, his hand moving slowly across my stomach while his purr deepened into a steady vibration behind me until my body adjusted around him.
“Still good?” Malek asked against my shoulder, his voice rough but controlled as he waited for my answer instead of relying on scent alone.
“More than good.” I assured Malek as I gradually relaxed back against his chest. For a few moments, everything settled exactly the way I expected. Malek stayed close behind me, his mouth brushing my shoulder while we caught our breath, and I waited for the familiar post-knot lull to take over.
Except Malek’s purr never softened.
I turned my head enough to look at him. Malek was still watching me with the same dark hunger he had worn before the knot formed. One of his hands rested very still at my hip, and something about the way his fingers flexed once told me the stillness was deliberate rather than relaxed.
“What?” Malek asked when he caught me studying him, his brow lifting slightly while his scent remained heavy around us.
“You’re still looking at me like that.” I shifted carefully against Malek, a breathless laugh slipping into my voice when his arm tightened around my waist.