Malin – The Past Comes Calling #3
A heavy, blistering heat replaced it as Will’s broad palm flattened over her slick stomach.
Malin arched violently with a fractured sigh, pushing her hips up into the firm, grounding weight of his hand.
He worked the chilled oil into her flushed skin, his long fingers kneading her hips and thighs with slow, deliberate, devastating pressure.
The firm caress of his warrior’s hands was an anchor in the dark.
But the exact moment she acclimated to his strength, he pulled back, leaving her skin grasping at the cool, empty air.
A second later, the feather returned. The torturous, weightless tease made her gasp all over again. He switched seamlessly between the two, mixing a maddening, electric tickle of the plume, followed by the heavy, slippery friction of his palms.
The sensory whiplash was entirely intoxicating.
Stripped of her sight and surrendered to his control, Malin completely lost her grasp on time.
Minutes blurred into hours. Her entire body became a live wire humming with frantic arousal, her universe shrinking down to nothing but the dark room, the sharp scent of citrus oil, and the absolute, desperate craving for Will’s next touch.
The mattress dipped slightly, and Malin’s breath hitched.
Will settled between her knees, his broad hands gripping her thighs, and firmly coaxed them wider.
The cool air of the bedroom hit her slick, oversensitive skin, making her shiver violently before the heavy, radiating heat of his body replaced it.
“Still green?” his voice rumbled, impossibly close to her center.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips already lifting off the mattress, blindly chasing his heat. “Please.”
The first hot, wet press of his tongue against the sensitive inner skin of her thigh nearly made her come undone on the spot.
But Will was absolutely merciless. He trailed open-mouthed kisses higher, licking and sucking at the sweet, oiled skin, deliberately ghosting over her aching center without ever actually touching it.
“Will, please,” she begged, a desperate, broken whine tearing from her throat as she strained hard against the silk binding her wrists.
He chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound of pure male satisfaction against her skin. “Not yet. You’ll wait until I say so.”
And she did. Stripped of all her heavy burdens, her titles, and her commanding magic, it became blindingly clear that she would do absolutely anything for this man right now.
When he finally slipped two thick fingers inside her slick, waiting folds, Malin cried out, her hips snapping up to swallow his touch.
He curled his fingers deep inside her, striking that aching bundle of nerves perfectly, pushing her right to the agonizing, trembling edge of a climax.
Just as her release threatened to break, he seamlessly pulled away.
Malin sobbed in protest, completely empty, but Will simply dragged the maddening feather across her trembling stomach, forcing her to hover in the void.
A moment later, he plunged back in, this time with three fingers.
He repeated the wicked, torturous cycle again and again.
He stretched her, filled her, and claimed her so fully that the darkness behind her blindfold began to splinter with white-hot light, leaving her thrashing blindly on the mattress, sobbing his name in a puddle of pure, unadulterated need.
When he pulled his hand away right before she climaxed, her entire body hummed with a fiery, hollow ache.
A moment later, Will shifted his weight and thrust inside her. Fast and deep. Absolute ownership. A shattered gasp ripped from Malin’s throat at the intense sensation. She was claimed. It was primal and dominating.
One of his hands tangled fiercely in her hair, anchoring her head, while the other locked around her bound wrists.
The sheer force of him filling her was overwhelming, washing away the torturous edging in a tidal wave of heavy, grounding heat.
Every powerful thrust was meticulously controlled and calculated, yet driven by an undercurrent of raw, starving hunger unlike anything he had ever unleashed before.
“Don’t hold back,” he growled against her ear, his breath hot and ragged on her skin. “I need to hear you, Sparks.”
And she didn’t. Loud, unashamed, and completely broken open, she screamed his name as the climax hit. It ripped through her blood like wildfire, a blinding, full-body release that left her trembling, hoarse, and entirely at his mercy.
But Will didn’t stop.
He drove into her harder, the pace turning relentless and bruising.
He bit down on the sensitive curve of her shoulder, a sharp sting of pain that melted instantly into a euphoric rush.
His hand shifted from her wrists to fist the silk sash at the nape of her neck, pulling it taut.
Not enough to steal her breath, but enough to exert a heavy, possessive pressure that sent a wicked thrill straight down to her core.
She lost count of how many times she shattered beneath him.
Time ceased to exist in the dark, leaving only a chaotic, beautiful blur of pain, pleasure, and slick skin.
Yet, as she floated down from her latest peak, a dawning realization cut through the sensory haze.
Will hadn’t finished.
Despite the ragged, uneven edge to his breathing and the sweat dripping from his chest onto hers, his rhythm hadn’t faltered.
He was still punishingly hard, still pushing into her with a driving, desperate energy, but his muscles were locked in iron-clad discipline. He was deliberately denying himself.
“Will,” she pleaded, her voice completely raw. “Come for me. Please.”
He didn’t answer. The mattress simply groaned as he adjusted his grip, thrusting deeper. Malin twisted blindly, straining hard against the silk binding her wrists, suddenly desperate to see his face, so she could read the emotion he was hiding from her in the dark. But the blindfold held fast.
Eventually, the relentless rhythm broke. Will slowed, his chest heaving, before he gently pulled away. The mattress shifted as he moved up beside her. His trembling fingers found the knot at the back of her head, and the blindfold fell away.
The dim light of the bedroom stings for a second, but then his mouth was on hers… tender, slow, and devastatingly gentle.
“You okay?” he whispered, his thumb brushing away a tear.
Malin nodded, utterly spent. “I…” She swallowed, her voice completely wrecked.
How was she supposed to answer that? Her body was blissfully sated, humming with a heavy, golden exhaustion, but a sharp, undeniable ache still lingered in her chest. She wanted him to lose control.
She desperately wanted to give him the same release.
She wanted him to want this. Did he only do this for her, not because he actually wanted to?
Will reached for the silk binding her wrists, meticulously picking apart the knots.
As the fabric fell away, his large hands gently massaged the faint red impressions left behind on her skin.
He touched the faint bruises with a healer’s absolute care, but he refused to meet her gaze.
A sharp muscle worked along his jawline as he stared down at the marks.
The warm, commanding presence from moments ago was gone, replaced by a rigid, heavy silence.
What was he thinking?
Did she push him too hard?
“Will, did you…?” she started, but the words died in her throat. The stiff, defeated slope of his shoulders answered for him. The truth was painfully obvious.
He dropped his forehead against hers. He shook his head against her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with unshed emotion. “I wanted to. I just… I needed tonight to be about you. About showing you how much I love you. How much you mean to me.”
Malin’s heart shattered for him all over again. She untangled her freed hands and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his heavy frame down to lie flush against her side.
“I know,” she murmured into his damp hair. She pushed her mind against the frayed edges of their bond, letting the absolute, overwhelming wave of his devotion and lingering fear wash over her. “I know, Will. I am right here with you. It’s okay. Thank you. I wish I knew what I could do to help you.”
And she meant it. She was wrecked, sore, and deeply, undeniably loved. The physical intimacy had made a solid effort of bridging the terrible chasm that had opened between them over the last month.
“Just knowing you are mine is what I need right now,” Will whispered, his breath hot and ragged against her collarbone.
He tightened his grip just a fraction, holding her like a lifeline.
“Nemi and Lydia... they forced me. They stripped away every choice and took my control until I had nothing left. The thought of letting go completely, of letting anyone have that kind of power over me again… even you… still terrifies me.”
He pulled back just enough to look down into her eyes, his own dark and swirling with raw, bleeding honesty.
“But this? Me choosing to claim you? Having you willingly hand your control over to me...” He swallowed hard, his trembling hand coming up to gently cup her jaw.
“It grounds me, Malin. It made me feel safe. I’m hoping that by claiming you, by proving to myself that I am the one making the choices now...
it will finally help me overwrite what they did. I just need a little more time.”
The realization hit Malin with the force of a physical blow, stealing the last of her breath. Her submission tonight wasn’t just about her pleasure or bridging the distance between them. It was the exact, vital anchor his shattered mind desperately needed to feel safe in the dark.