Chapter 22 #3
He releases his finger with a pop and leans back into me, pressing his arousal against my core as he grasps my chin and kisses me.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I groan when his tongue slips into my mouth, his taste overwhelming me—sex and blood.
I wrap my legs around him, grinding against his erection, unashamedly desperate for friction.
Malakai chuckles against my lips and breaks away, leaving me panting and utterly desperate for more. “So needy.”
He doesn’t look away as he lowers himself completely between my thighs. My chest heaves in anticipation, my eyes tracking every movement. Malakai pushes two fingers deep inside me, and a moan escapes my lips, followed by another when he begins to move them in and out.
“Mal—” My voice turns into a breathy yelp when he pulls his fingers out and puts his mouth on me.
Malakai’s tongue licks me up and down, circles my clit, then buries itself deep inside me.
Liquid desire pools between my thighs, spreading through my body like wildfire, my magic joining the frenzy soon after, making me ready to combust on the spot.
I writhe beneath him, my breathing turning labored as the sensations quickly become overwhelming.
Malakai hums against my sex, his magic intertwining with mine, driving me absolutely wild.
He devours me like a man possessed, fucking me with his tongue as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. His tongue continues to take me, lapping at me over and over, while our combined magics dance under and over my skin, heightening my sensitivity to every touch.
Malakai’s fingers find my clit, and a single stroke nearly has me shrieking as pleasure crashes through me. My back arches, my mind goes blank as I come, the orgasm seizing me so violently I fear I might pass out.
I’m still coming down when he flips me onto my stomach. My battered arms drag over the ground, sending renewed flares of biting pain through me. A groan and a curse escape my lips as the magical constraints on my wrists keep me from relieving any pressure.
Malakai guides my ass up in the air, and somehow, I find the strength not to collapse to my knees again.
My face presses into the ground, my arms stretched over my head—the position more uncomfortable than I would like.
But I know that speaking up will only result in him making it worse.
Despite the discomfort, I’m too aroused—too desperate for more.
One hand remains on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. Then I feel the head of his cock against my entrance. He slowly, achingly slowly, pushes past my folds and inside me, inch by agonizing inch.
I tremble. It’s not enough; it only drives me insane as my lust skyrockets. The way my body craves him is almost embarrassing at this point.
Malakai knows it all too well. That’s why his hands clamp down on my waist as he stills behind me. He stays buried deep inside for a moment, then starts to pull out.
A pathetic whimper escapes me at the emptiness he leaves behind. “Mal, please,” I beg unashamedly. “I need more.”
“Do you now?” His magic runs over my back, sending delicious sparks of heat through my body. I sigh in bliss, my eyes fluttering shut as a breath escapes me. Then the sparks turn into nips that tear through my flesh and draw blood, turning my sighs into yelps.
“You bleed so beautifully for me, love,” Malakai whispers, his voice soft and reverent. It’s enough to make my toes curl, a small part of me wondering once more how he’s managed to make his vices my own and how it’s possible that I’ve come to crave them so easily.
A hand runs down my back, over the bleeding marks, and down to my ass.
His hot touch rekindles the fire inside me, despite the lingering sting of the multiple puncture wounds.
Malakai tracks my blood all over me, between my cheeks and to the sensitive nub, a single touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
His hand leaves my body for a moment, and then I hear him groan behind me. “Fuck, your blood looks so good on my cock.”
“Wh-what?”
I strain my neck in an attempt to see what he’s doing, but Malakai wraps my hair around his fist, forcing my head back down. A moment later, he slams his cock all the way inside me. A scream escapes me, the suddenness almost making my eyes bulge out of my head.
He gives me no time to adjust and starts to pound into me mercilessly.
My cheek digs into the soil, the earthy scent filling my nose, until Malakai wraps an arm around my chest, pulling me up so that my back is flush with his.
He moves his hand to my neck, squeezing just enough to make it difficult to breathe.
His other hand finds my clit, feverishly drawing circles over it, expertly sending my pleasure higher and higher.
My arms hang uselessly in front of me, pain zapping through me with every thrust.
Need begins to build—raw, powerful, swiftly overtaking the pain.
“Mal,” I whimper. Every thrust, every snap of his hips, sends that addicting, delicious desire coursing through me.
Malakai snarls, then lets go of my neck and pushes my torso down. My arms are stuck under my chest, the pressure on my shoulders sending a fresh sting of pain through me. It only elevates my need, making me moan even louder. I push back into him, wanting—needing more.
His fingers are back on my clit, and another orgasm crashes through me. Pain and pleasure mix in a most delectable cocktail, hitting me in waves that leave me unable to do anything but lie there and take it. Malakai growls, deep and guttural, and the sound almost pushes me over the edge again.
With a final brutal thrust, he buries himself inside me to the hilt and fills me with his cum. He shudders behind me, then his lips find my back, peppering my skin with kisses. The softness contrasts sharply with the way he just fucked me, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Malakai pulls out of me, and his magic retreats from my arms, his body doing the same, leaving me completely empty in every way imaginable.
The rustling of fabric tells me he’s making himself decent again, considering the blood smeared all over him.
His magic sizzles away, and as it does, it leaves behind a slight tingle—a warmth that heals my wounds.
I let out a sigh, feeling myself relax under the touch of his healing hands as he carefully pulls my leggings back up and lingers against my skin for a moment.
“Think you can walk?” he suddenly asks, catching me completely off guard.
“Walk?” I almost cackle at the audacity of his question. “Is carrying me too much of an inconvenience after what you just did to me?”
I make a pitiful attempt to kick out at him, but Malakai effortlessly catches my foot in his hand. He chuckles, then sweeps me into his arms before I can react. It makes me yelp, then groan as the remaining pain returns tenfold.
“You’ll be fine.” He shushes me, as if I’m exaggerating.
Despite his words, he sends some extra healing magic through my body. His thumb draws slow circles on my arm at the same time, and I savor the simple touch just as much as I savor the pain he gave me. I relax in his arms, resting my head against his chest while he carries me back to the house.