Chapter 36 #2
“Never be afraid to tell me what you need, Kelly. I can make you feel wonderful things. Immense pleasure, exquisite pain, everything in between. That’s what I’m made for. So, whatever you need, I’m here for it. But only for you. No one else. Just you. Yours.”
“Mine,” she repeated. “Slow then, let me make sure I can handle you, then you can fuck me harder.” She grinned innocently at his choked sound. Patting him on the cheek, she rocked forward, slipping down over the head of his cock again.
A satisfied sigh left her lips as he slowly inched deeper, stretching and filling her.
He watched as her head rolled back, weightless on her shoulders, and she quivered in his arms. “That’s my girl, take control, however you want it.
” He lifted her hands from where they rested on his chest and placed them on his shoulders.
“Go on, Kelly, slide down and get comfortable, because once you are, I’m going to ruin you.
” His own head dropped back as she lowered herself further, and her walls clenched and squeezed him.
“Oh, Satan, that feels amazing. Kelly, you are incredible.”
A breathy gasp and moan slipped from her throat as she finally succeeded in taking all of him inside her. “Malachi,” she called his name like a prayer, and his heart skipped a beat at the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
“Again,” he begged. “Say my name like that again.”
With the softest smile, she rolled her hips and breathed his name again, her aura flashing gold.
His cock jerked inside of her, and he felt tingling at the base of his spine.
He was about to come, and he was nowhere near ready.
Quickly, he thought of Hyacinth’s threats, and it calmed him enough to get a grip on himself.
“Lucifer’s tits… Kelly… I need… I have to…
fuck!” he was babbling now, but he couldn’t help it.
She was only sitting in his lap, and it was the most pleasure he’d ever experienced.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Thank you,” he moaned as he lifted her, almost removing himself completely, before slamming into her again.
Her scream was pure pleasure and music to his ears.
His toes wanted to curl, and his fingers clamped hard on her hips.
Lifting her again, he repeated the process several more times before he pulled out and threw her on her back.
Flinging himself down over her, he lifted one leg to his shoulder and plunged into her again.
A wordless shout slipped from his throat at how exquisitely wet and welcoming she was, how perfectly she gripped him.
Her back arched and her hips ground against his, the friction nearly overwhelming.
He began to pound relentlessly into her, grinning when she wrapped her other leg around his waist and dug her heel into his lower back, urging him on.
He felt it then, that telltale tightening of her channel, her walls clamping harder as her breathing went choppy and jagged.
“Are you going to come again for me, Kelly?” he demanded in a low rumbling voice, purposely sending it over her skin like a physical caress.
At her nod, he slowed and stroked deeper into her, angling for that spot he knew would send her over.
As her breath caught and she tensed, her nails bit into his shoulders, drawing blood, but he didn’t care.
He stared in awe as her lips parted, and his name sang out across the room like the most beautiful hymn he’d ever heard.
Not that he’d heard many, because they would normally make him vomit, but it was still the purest, most exquisite sound in the universe, accompanied by a flash of gold from her halo glow.
He reached between them, circling her clit with a finger, drawing out her orgasm until she went boneless beneath him.
“Ma-Malachi,” she breathed. “That… oh my G—” her words cut off as he clapped his hand over her mouth.
“No. Don’t say that. Please… still a demon.
Never invoke that name while I’m fucking you.
My name is the only one slipping between your lips.
You can sing it like a hymn or say it like a p-prayer, because I’ll show you H-Heaven and Hell together, but the only name you scream when you come is your own personal demon’s.
Malachi. Understand?” As she nodded, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply.
With a sigh, he began thrusting again, but these were slow, deep slides, nothing like the frenzied pace from earlier.
“Kelly,” he groaned, “you own me… heart and body.”
A moan of pleasure eased from her throat, and she tangled her fingers in his hair again. “Not soul?” she whispered back, pressing her damp, slick skin to his as he dropped her leg, and she wrapped it around his waist.
“Don’t have one, you’re my soul. You’re all I need,” he replied as his voice began to shake.
His thighs started trembling, and he tightened in anticipation.
The tingling at the base of his spine and cock were back, and he knew he was moments from losing himself and releasing into her.
He opened his mouth to ask if she was alright with that, cursing himself for not checking sooner, when she grabbed his chin.
“I’ll gladly share my soul with you, Malachi,” she declared sincerely, while her fingers trapped him in a grip of steel. Velvet wrapped, as the saying went, because her skin was so soft, but still a firm hold, nonetheless. Her glowing gold was swirling with red, and it was mesmerizing.
That did it, he thought as a bolt of emotion shot through his body, wreaking havoc on his control and opening the floodgate for the torrent he jetted into her. Crying out with a guttural groan, his arms buckled, and he almost collapsed, catching himself at the last moment.
Kelly snaked her arms around his back and pulled him the rest of the way down, wrapping herself around him. She held him as he trembled, still quaking with the aftershocks of his climax.
“Sorry…” he panted. “Meant to ask… if should pull out… but you… fuck… you…” He groaned and buried his face in her neck, soaking up the sensation of her slippery, hot skin against his own overheated body. “I lose my mind with you.”
“I’ll always help you find it.”