Chapter 49
Mal moved across the room swiftly. Before Maeve could speak, he was at her side, pushing her back onto the bed with a firm kiss. His hand slid around her back and pressed their bodies together. He sat up and pulled Maeve with him, so that she sat straddling his lap on the edge of the bed.
Her cheeks flushed and her body shook with adrenaline at his sudden appearance. She pressed her forehead against his and tried to calm her breathing as his hands glided across her satin nightgown. She placed her trembling hands on shoulders.
She pulled away and looked at him as his eyes traveled down her chest.
“He has some nerve,” whispered Mal, as his finger trailed along her collarbones.
She felt him growing hard between her legs. Maeve tilted her head back and tried not to become overwhelmed.
“Why did you wait so long?” She whispered.
Mal was silent. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. “Why now?”
His eyes darkened. “You know why now.”
She pushed away from him. His hands held her in place. “Because you are jealous?”
Mal’s head cocked to one side as he let out a controlled breath. Maeve pressed on.
“Then why the first time? You’ve had me convinced it was all for that spell, nothing more. That my virginity was a tool you kept in your back pocket until you needed it.” The honest words poured from her before she could stop them. “And now, seeing her on your arm-”
Mal’s hands moved to her cheeks and pulled her lips to his. His kiss was softer this time. Supple and gentle. Maeve kissed him back tenderly, moving her hands to his hair.
He kissed her until her breaths were long and even, and once they were, their lips parted. He held her face between his hands.
“Your purity was important to me because I knew once I had you, that a line would be crossed we could never take back. I knew I would see you as mine and mine alone. That it might inhibit your future. I dreamt about corrupting your sweet body long before I did. But I waited for you to come to me. To decide to be mine.”
She gasped as he flipped her onto her back on the bed, his chest pressing against hers.
“I have taken many. That night in Albania you gave yourself to me,” he whispered. “That is what I was waiting for.”
He slid off her and whisked the limp bowtie off his neck, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt and discarding them both. Maeve pushed herself up as he crawled back on top of her. His slender chest was perfectly sculpted, smooth as stone.
Their lips were inches apart and Maeve desperately wanted to kiss him.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Little Viper,” said Mal as their noses brushed.
Maeve swallowed hard and tried to keep her composure. She couldn’t bring herself to speak. He sighed, but a wicked glimmer shot across his eyes.
His hands gripped her throat tightly and pinned her to the bed. Maeve’s hands instinctively shot to his, tugging on them.
“I want to hear you say it.”
Maeve looked up at him with wide eyes. His expression was fierce and feline. His grip tightened until Maeve relented. Her words were shattered and hoarse.
“I have no desire to marry him,” said Maeve hastily.
Mal released her throat as Maeve coughed and breathed deeply. He brushed her hair out of her face.
“And why is that?” Asked Mal slowly and meticulously.
Maeve looked up at him, panting, the skin on her throat hot and pulsing. “Because I’m yours.”
Mal nodded serenely. “Because you are mine.”
Those words swimming from his lips caused her body to push up towards his and her legs to spread impatiently.
He smiled hungrily and ran his hands down across her satin nightgown, to her exposed thighs, his eyes raking over her whole body.
His hand moved in between her legs and she gasped as his thumb pressed into her, moving in slow circles.
He positioned two fingers at her entrance and stopped.
Those dark brown eyes were the color of night in the darkened bedroom. They landed on her own. “Every inch of you is mine.”
Then those two fingers slipped inside her so slowly it hurt. She wined as he pulled them out, and back in again, each time pressing further inside her.
“Do you understand?” He asked.
Maeve nodded. Unable to form any sound other than a small moan.
“Good girl,” said Mal as he pulled his fingers away from her and lowered his mouth to where they had just been. She pushed herself towards him.
“Greedy little thing,” he said as he pressed a kiss against her thigh.
His lips trailed closer and closer to the warm, raging spot between her legs. He stopped as they nearly brushed against her clit.
His eyes were the most beautifully wicked orbs of darkness.
“Say it once more,” he hummed against her.
She obeyed.
“Every inch of me is yours,” she replied desperately.
His head reeled back at her words. His mouth was cool as it pressed into that pulsing bundle of nerves between her legs. His tongue flicked out over her, and Maeve jerked beneath him.
His hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as his tongue explored her with precision. She writhed underneath him, desperate to be closer. Her hands wound into his hair, a silent plea for more.
More and more and more until that wasn’t enough.
“I want all of you,” she said.
Mal’s paralyzing tongue pulled away from her, and he stood. He removed his pants as Maeve propped herself up on her elbows. Her stomach flipped when she saw he was fully erect. He stroked himself a few times, his eyes locked on Maeve. She felt herself completely ready for him.
He crawled towards her, and she stilled.
He positioned himself back between her legs, his cock poised and ready.
“I was nice the first time. I won’t be nice tonight,” said Mal.
Excitement shot through her, and her hips pressed towards his. His hand moved down and positioned himself at her entrance.
“When it hurts,” continued Mal, “remind yourself who you belong to.”
He slammed inside of her fully, and she cried out.
He wasn’t lying.
The night they shared in Albania had been different. That night he eased into her, his thrusts were slow and sensual. Now he was buried fully inside her and he pumped in and out.
Fucking her.
She began to protest as his movements spread her but Mal’s hand covered her mouth and pushed her off her elbows, slamming her back onto the bed.
His movements were rough as their flesh fused. She wined against his hand and gripped at his arms. Mal’s eyes rolled to a close as his head tilted back. His hand moved away from her mouth.
And then something sparked inside Maeve. A realization washed over her, one she probably should have realized before. It wasn’t just jealousy or possession that drove him in and out of her. It was his own pleasure she was seeing. Pleasure at her body, her skin. Her.
“Are you mine?” She asked.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “In every meaning of the word.”
She relaxed against him. And the pain turned to pleasure. Mal’s hands moved to her waist. As he pushed into her, he pulled her down. He smirked as her pain returned. She grabbed his face and pulled his lips down to hers. Their mouths moved in perfect rhythm, breathing through their noses.
Mal pulled away from her lips and nuzzled into her neck. Maeve’s knees pulled up towards her as his lips worked their way down her chest. His teeth grazed the thin fabric, cupping her breast. He tugged on it until her entire chest was exposed, her satin straps fell off her shoulders.
Her fingers gripped his raven hair as he nipped at her breast. His tongue swirled and teased until she was groaning.
He was suddenly very tight inside her. He pulled from her and rested back on his knees.
His cock was dripping with herself, the veins that ran through it pulsing slightly.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed.
Once her back was to him, he wasted no time slipping back inside of her. The sensation was different, and she felt herself wanting to push back to have more of him.
Heat, tight and pressing, rose up between her legs. She tossed her head back as his smooth hands slid across her spine.
“Mal I-” she started as the pressure built where he slid through her.
It rose and rose, gripping her insides in wet all consuming euphoria. She gasped as that tension slammed and spiraled out of her, releasing in a shaking and uncontrolled way. Maeve cried out helplessly in her release.
“There we go,” he said triumphantly as she orgasmed.
Mal’s hands moved to her hips, pulling her back against him as he thrust forward.
“He thinks he stands a chance,” said Mal, “but if only he could see you now.”
Mal’s hands snaked down her back and tightened around her throat, causing her back to arch downwards. The tighter his grip around her throat grew, the harder he became inside her. The asphyxiation heightened all of her senses.
He thrust in and out of her in a primal way.
Maeve lost all ability to hold herself up.
Only his grip kept her in position. She felt nothing but his cock buried inside her and the fuzziness in her mind.
His grip quickly became so tight that Maeve couldn’t breathe.
She clawed at his hands, but there was no moving him.
Just when she felt herself blacking out, Mal felt the biggest so far. Maeve gasped for air as he released her throat.
“Tell me again who you belong to,” commanded Mal.
“You,” gasped Maeve, her voice broken and hoarse, between thrusts. “I belong to you.”
He grew quiet for a moment, inhaling loudly. Then his gasping, whimpering, satisfaction filled the room as he thrust inside of her one final time. His swollen cock pulsed, spilling every drop of himself deep inside her.
The warm feeling of his satisfaction dripping out of her brought her eyes to a close. He slipped out of her.
The first time, she didn’t think about much. Mal had been soft, and most of her mind was occupied with worrying about him. But now, she was invigorated by the idea that she could make him do that. That she could bring him over the edge and that a part of his body had been given to her.
Mal stood beside the bed with long breaths. Maeve turned to face him. He took her chin in his hand.
“I will kill him if he ever touches you,” said Mal, his voice hummed between pants. “I don’t care if it means the Elven Queen never opens her borders again. I’ll do it with my bare hands.”
Shadows pulled across his face. She moved to her knees on the edge of the mattress and traced her fingers down his chest, along the toned lines of his slender frame.
“And what of Alphard?”
Mal dropped his hand. “I told you that was yours to fight. Ensure it’s done.”