22. Ciara
Malachi laughed and kissed me hard on the lips. “Dia, I love you so much.”
He stood and scanned the room.
“What are you looking for?” I was too boneless from having sex for the first time to even move.
“The bathing chambers.”
“Come back here.” I held my hand out and wiggled my fingers.
His gaze dipped between my legs. “I want to clean you first.”
“I enjoy knowing I’m messy from you.” My cheeks heated as I spoke the words. This was so different, but it felt right.
He leaned over me. “I love knowing I was the first inside you. The first to make you messy.”
“First and last,” I said leaning forward to kiss him.
I caught his lips with mine and sunk into the instant connection of our mouths. His lips roamed over mine languidly as though taking his time to learn every curve to them. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine a moment before shoving off and striding from the room. I sunk back on the mattress and grinned with the glow of our pleasure. Even in daylight, strange blue lights fluttered around the house. My inquisitive side who wanted to comprehend everything made a note to research everything about the Water Sprites when we returned.
Malachi strode back into the room with a towel in his hands. The look on his face flittered between rapt awe and feral lust as his gaze skittered over my naked body from head to toe. My gaze did the same thing. Every inch of his body was a piece of art. If I were like my sister Roisin, then I’d paint him on a canvas, so I’d stare at Malachi all day long. His arms were muscular, more so than I’d ever pictured they would be beneath his clothes. Veins ran up his forearms and wrapped around his biceps. I knew he trained in sword fighting with his father but seeing the display of strength in those arms made me swoon.
I trailed my gaze across the column of his throat and down his chest. What would it be like to mark him as my mate? To see my mark on his chest. My power swirled to my hands coating my palms and twining up my wrists. Heat curled low again as a fresh wave of my heat consumed me. Lower my gaze traveled soaking in the sight of Malachi standing naked before me. His stomach muscles were as well defined as his arms and my mouth watered to run my tongue over every inch and valley. I wanted to see if he’d enjoy my lips and tongue on his body the way I’d enjoyed his on mine.
Then my gaze found the straining hard length of his cock. A drop of pearlescent cum formed on the tip. That same cum was now inside me and I squeezed my legs together as though I’d be able to keep it forever. If it wasn’t for the potion Sir Axis gave us, then we would have made a baby. The thought didn’t repulse me. It turned me on even more. To have a permanent connection between us would have made this night even more special. I regretted drinking the potion, but I couldn’t undo it. I would only go forward from here and that was with Malachi as more than my friend.
He was now my lover, and I needed him now deep inside me again.
“Can I taste you like you did me?” I asked.
His eyebrows rose but then he strode toward the bed stopping only once his thighs hit the mattress. I lifted a hand and swiped my finger through the cum beading the tip of his cock. Tentatively I placed my finger in my mouth. Malachi’s essence hit my tongue like an added aphrodisiac. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his cock then I shifted onto my knees and did what I’d imagined moments ago and kissed and licked my way across his tight abdominal muscles, higher to the tiny tips of his nipples where I flicked my tongue over each one.
He groaned. “You’re torturing me.”
“We can’t have that.” I smiled as I kissed up his jaw and found his mouth once again.
His hand caressed my back in long strokes, sending goose bumps over my skin. The hard touch of his naked chest against my nipples made them ache even more than they already were. His hands drifted downward with each caress until they were smoothing over my buttocks and ratcheting up my lust. More moisture gathered between my legs, and we’d both forgotten the towel Malachi had carried into the room with him. I didn’t need cleaning when I wanted him to make me messy again right now.
But Malachi had other ideas than the ones running through my head. He broke our kiss and put his hand between us holding the towel and with sure strokes, he wiped our previous joining from between my legs. But I was so aroused I couldn’t take the sweet gesture for what it was as the towel rubbed against my sensitive, inflamed skin. I gasped as more blood pooled to my core with the touch that wasn’t supposed to be erotic, but it was. Everything Malachi did turned me on.
“Ciara,” he groaned my name like I was a miracle and dropped the towel on the floor.
His fingers found my core and filled me with the swirl of two fingers deep inside me. They hit a spot and made my legs quiver.
“If I remember the anatomy books right, this is your g-spot.”
“Oh,” I moaned as his fingers rubbed until all the muscles in my body lit in pleasurable fire. It coursed through my veins and returned to the spot. Everything vanished apart from the magic of his fingers inside me.
He dipped his lips to the shell of my ear and whispered, “Are you going to orgasm from this?”
Was I? Is that what this intense sensation was? The build of an orgasm. The one I’d experienced while having sex with him had been like I was in another universe. There had only been our bodies moving in sync to completion. This was different. This was Malachi producing my pleasure.
“Perhaps,” I whispered as I shuddered against him.
My legs quivered and threatened to collapse under me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and held onto me. The tip of his hard cock nudged my stomach, and I longed for him to fill me with it again. To take his magic fingers away, but then his fingers made the pending orgasm explode and all I could do was gasp and moan as deep inside me the pulsating pleasure sent me to the stars and the moon.
“Aye, you did,” he said sounding proud he’d figured out a way to make me come.
I dropped my head on his shoulder. “I can’t describe the way you make me feel. It’s too intense.”
His palm rolled against my mound and a sudden sharp throbbing surged from the hard tip of my clitoris.
“Oh, Dia.”
“More?”
“Aye.” I brushed my lips on his chest over his heart. The place where I wanted to mark him. My powers hadn’t abated during my orgasm and now they surged even more to my hands, but I couldn’t mark him here otherwise we’d fall into the Quiet for who knows how long. We had to cure the Spring first. If we could…
If Malachi even wanted me to mark him.
He removed his hand and slid his cock home. For he was my home, and I hoped I was his. We’d always be each other’s home.
His hands cupped my buttocks as he slid in and out of me. Our chests squashed together. Our hearts pounded. The pleasure of being this close to Malachi again made every nerve in my body sing with desire. Our bodies grew slick with sweat but neither of us cared. All we cared about was each other and the pleasure we enjoyed in each other’s arms.
Our breathing grew ragged. Malachi’s thrusts grew more erratic. The pleasure coursing through my body drove me to the pinnacle, and I clung to him as I tumbled over the edge into the freefall of bliss with the one man I trusted. Malachi kept moving through my orgasm making my head spin into new heights of ecstasy and then he came deep inside me sending a fresh wave of pleasure running through me.
This was the man I loved more than anything.
I wanted him to be mine forever.