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Malik needed no more words to understand Valine’s intentions. With the door locked behind them, Malik spun them so that Valine was pinned against the cool wood, her palms plastered to it while his hands were manacles to her wrists. His lips were hot and heavy on hers, the passion burning her as his mouth moved across hers. She opened her mouth, allowing him entry, and his tongue slipped along hers, tasting and licking and dancing together.
Valine moaned low in her throat as Malik rolled his hips against hers, and she felt the hard ridge of his desire grinding exactly where she wanted him. She could feel the wetness spreading between her legs, her nipples peaking, nerves and excitement twisting low in her belly. He met her moan with a low groan of his own, rolling his hips again, this time releasing a wrist and grabbing for her thigh, finding it bare beneath the cloak.
Freezing, Malik pulled back, lips bee-stung. His eyes were liquid with heat, and she was certain hers were just as dark with desire. He didn’t hesitate as he coasted his hands over her hips, around her waist, skirting her breasts before they came to the clasp at her throat. With a flick of his fingers, he released it, and the cloak fell from her, pooling in a shadowy puddle at her feet.
She stood before him in nothing but skimpy lace and leather boots.
Malik groaned. “Valine, you’re killing me.”
She reached for him, fisting a hand at the collar of his shirt. “Death is my specialty, but tonight, I’m much more interested in the little death than anything else.”
He reacted, and so did she. She was tearing at the buttons on his shirt, flicking open the clasps on his corset, and throwing it all to the floor. Within seconds, Malik was shirtless before her, his bronzed skin on full display, his tattoos dancing across his body. Still, she didn’t stop as she sought his pants. Malik fisted a hand in her hair, kissing eagerly at her throat, using lips, teeth, and tongue.
While she was wild, tearing at him, he was rapidly removing her lingerie, pulling the straps free from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. He dipped his head low, nipping her collarbone before finding a nipple and pulling it into his mouth. Valine threw her head back, letting out a deranged sound of pleasure, while his fingers worked the other one.
Pleasure was sinking through her, liquid and languid, hot and wild. It was pooling and raging within her, striking against her core, making her hips roll with every lave of his tongue. It was exquisite, and it was torment. Even more so when he wedged a thigh between her legs and her center ground against it, rubbing her clit just right.
Through her addled thoughts, she managed to get the buttons on his pants undone, and seconds later, they were stumbling towards her bed, a trail of clothing left behind them. Somehow, there was a boot left by the door while the other still remained encasing her leg. But as they crashed to the bed, Malik made quick work of that too, bending down, kissing his way down her thigh, pulling the leather free of her smooth legs. Her lingerie was down around her hips now, and his undershorts were the only things between them.
Tossing the boot away, Malik crawled atop her, hitching a thigh over his hip, his hard cock grinding against her clit through the lace. She arched in response, fisting her hand in his hair, and the other went to his back, nails dragging. Malik coasted his free hand between her breasts, palm flattening over her sternum before it glided to her throat, wrapping a gentle hand and applying the right amount of pressure to pleasure. Wetness rushed between her legs at the contact, and she writhed against the friction the wet lace was causing.
Valine arched into the hard ridge in his pants, incredibly turned on by the concern and reassurances he was giving her. No partner had cared beyond preventing pregnancy, and even then, that wasn’t always the case.
Malik was thumbing her pulse, feeling the race of it beneath him, and she knew it was giving him a prideful satisfaction that he had the effect on her. The hand on her thigh went to the scrap of lace barely on her and dragged it down the side of her hip, showing just the teasing of her bare pussy. She enjoyed the sensation of hairlessness that was considered so sinful back in Runell, but there was something so powerful in making the choice and throwing it in the face of her former kingdom.
His fingertips were digging into the curve of her ass, his mouth everywhere. Valine’s hands went to his shorts, pushing down the black silk.
“These fucking things need to come off,” she growled.
He chuckled against her skin. “As you command.”
Within seconds the shorts disappeared, and she was treated to the sight of his cock. Her mouth dropped open of its own volition as he approached her. It was proud and long with a girth that made her contemplate if it was going to fit inside her. But in a word, it was perfect.
“I like things a little rough,” he told her huskily. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
“I’m willing to try anything with you,” she rasped back.
Malik’s hands grasped her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed, slinging her thighs over his shoulders as he knelt before her. He pulled the lace covering her sex to the side, exposing all the wetness that he elicited.
“So wet for me,” Malik drawled, licking up the center of her.
She mewled and arched, eager for more. Her hands went to his hair, fisting in the waves, letting the silken strands slip through her fingers.
He returned his face to her, his beard tickling her thighs as he licked along her slit and then came to that tiny bundle of nerves and circled it with his tongue. She jolted and moaned as he began lavishing more attention to her clit, suckling and licking and nipping in a way he knew she loved.
“Fuck, Malik,” she gasped, digging her hands into his hair, pulling him forward, urging him on. He acquiesced, tending to that little bud in earnest as he reached up and palmed her breast, rubbing her nipple with a thumb.
She felt her orgasm building, the pleasure rushing through her veins, begging for release. She felt the pressure below, threatening to unfold and explode from her. She clutched the sheets in her hands, wildly digging into the blankets before another hand shot to Malik’s head, pushing him into her sex. Malik continued his attentions while her thrusting hips became wild, no discernable rhythm or pattern, just eager and wanton. Valine keened a sound of intense pleasure—she was getting so close.
“Come for me, Little Liar,” he murmured against her pussy. “I want to taste it on my tongue.” Valine moaned at the erotic image. “That’s it, so good, fuck.”
That did it.
She shattered. She felt her orgasm erupt from her, and she nearly screamed, hips undulating, chasing the vestiges of the climax as Malik continued licking and sucking her through it. His movements slowed as the orgasm receded from her, and after she came down from the high, he gave that soaked little slit a kiss that sent overstimulated shudders through her entire body.
Her knees were weak, but she managed to surprise Malik by slithering down to the floor so that her face was between his legs, level with that lovely cock. She licked the head once, and it twitched in response, Malik’s hands turned to claws in her bed curtains.
He looked down at her with burning gold eyes. “Such a tease.”
She stared up at him, her dark eyes lust-addled. “Fuck my mouth.”
The command sent a clear line of arousal through the King of Adraali. His eyes widened, and a tight gasp slipped from his throat as the length of him prodded forward, answering her. Begging for the sweet, wet heat of her mouth. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips.
Valine licked up his shaft again, and he made a sound that was part pain, part pleasure. He closed his eyes, his cock getting even harder. She knew he must be aching.
“This looks painful. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
She took him into her mouth, letting her tongue circle his head before drawing him in deeper. She felt him hit the back of her throat, and tears prickled in her eyes as she continued moving on him, taking him nearly out to toy with the head and the small slit. She sucked away the small pearl that beaded there and returned him once again to her wet heat.
Malik moaned and then gathered her hair in his hand, beginning to thrust into her mouth. She relaxed her throat, urging him on with one hand to his firm backside, her nails digging into the delectable flesh there. His hips rolled forward a few more times before he withdrew.
“As incredible as this is, I want to fuck this pussy first.” His voice was a low growl that sent anticipation flooding through her.
Valine pushed up and crawled back onto the bed, parting her thighs, exposing her glistening sex. “It’s yours for the taking.”
Malik climbed atop her. “Put your hands up,” he commanded.
She did as she was told, and he grabbed the lingerie they’d divested her of, using it to tie her wrists together behind the bars of the headboard. Valine met his eyes as he tied her, consenting to the restraint as she became solely at his mercy. The bonds were tight but not uncomfortably so, and when he parted her legs, she was more than ready.
It was then he spotted something on her side table, a perfect brow arching. “Do you consent to a little fear tonight, Valine?”
Valine’s heart hammered, and she felt a pulse throb between her thighs. She tested the restraints and rolled her hips once. “Yes, I trust you.”
Malik leaned over and picked up the viridian blade he’d gifted her for her twenty-sixth birthday. Carefully, he felt along the blade’s edge, curving a finger on it. Slowly, meeting her gaze, he touched the flat of the blade to her hipbone. The blade was cool, the metal leeching from her, but heat flooded her.
She’d never been more turned on in her life.
“I won’t break the skin.”
Gently, he traced her navel and brought the knife around to the other hip, circled and dragged the blade back up along her side, gracing her ribs around her scars. He alternated between the flat of the blade, to the tip, to the edge, knowing just how to maneuver the weapon to heighten her sexual pleasure. But at the same time, he was using his other hand, stimulating.
His thumb pressed her clit while the flat of the blade slid along her outer thigh. He pinched her nipple as he patted her ass with the knife. She had to press her knees together to quell the raging lust in her core. He was experienced enough that he really didn’t break the skin, but the light scratching brought a risk that was highly erotic, and Valine found herself moaning. Even when he made her writhe, he made sure the sharpest parts didn’t cut her. He continued this controlled teasing, tracing her curves, her sharp angles, until she was panting.
“I need you now,” she groaned as the flat of the blade tickled her inner thigh.
He immediately withdrew the blade, setting it once again on the stand, and parted her thighs, kissing the underside of both knees before settling between her legs.
Malik entered her, a slow, delicious thrust that had her lifting her hips to meet his movement. Taking her hips in his hands, he angled her up, pressing in and filling her with his length, thick and deep. Every thrust took him deeper, slow, letting her adjust to his length. Finally, he entered her fully and hit the hilt. He met her eyes, and she knew it was all changing.
He pulled out and slammed back into her, a cry leaving her lips as he began fucking her in earnest. His hands were tight on her ass as he pulled her to himself, pounding deep into her channel, his thickness stretching her exquisitely. She thrashed at the restraints, eager to touch him, to feel his skin, to bite her fingers into his back.
Their gasps, heavy breathing, and moans punctuated the sound of skin against skin. Malik’s black orchid and tobacco scent was heady, mixing with her jasmine, lavender, the room filling with them and their lovemaking.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he groaned, his thrusts rolling expertly to graze her clit tantalizingly.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her back arch, stretching herself taut, ecstasy blooming through her. She was being fucked by a king. Valine was in her sexual prime.
“Harder,” she moaned.
He did, his cock driving into her with perfect precision, his thumb moving to her clit and rubbing circles. She mewled, moving her hips in answer, wanting more.
Suddenly, Malik pulled from her and flipped her over. She was on her belly, arms crossed above her. Malik picked up her hips and pulled her ass against his pelvis. He smacked the swell of her cheek once, the sting in her bottom sending wetness flooding between her legs.
“Are you commanding me, Little Assassin?”
“Yes,” Valine breathed.
Malik slapped her ass again, and she moaned. “Naughty girl.” He leaned down and kissed the hurt. A finger glided along her spine, following the curve of her backside. “You like to be punished a little, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said, punctuating it with another spank.
Valine was so wet, so aching for his cock to return again. “I need you,” she practically whined.
He fisted a hand in her hair and brought her head back, kissing her cheek, so close to her mouth. “You want this cock back inside you?”
“Yes.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Put that fucking cock back inside me.”
Malik immediately returned his length to her pussy, pounding into her while his other hand—the one that wasn’t fisted in her hair—went around and made designs on her clit. He played with that nub, rubbing perfect, rapid circles on it, adding an agonizingly incredible pressure that had her crying out, another orgasm building. All the while, he continued thrusting, and she could feel his cock twitching inside her. He was so close.
When his cock pulsed inside her, she felt her climax hit her, plowing through her body and causing those inner muscles to clench around Malik, pumping him. He groaned as he came, thrusting hard and deep with final strokes. He worked her clit for a few more moments, letting the orgasm reach its full potential.
Without withdrawing, Malik turned her once again to her back, the king staring down at her with adoration. He kissed her deeply, luxuriously, his finger replacing his lips when he pulled back.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She smiled against the pad of his thumb. “I love you, too.”