Chapter 6 #2
The gentleness in his tone cracked through my defenses like nothing else could. Slowly, fighting against every instinct to protect myself, I turned my gaze.
His eyes caught mine, unflinching, tender, even devastating, and the words slipped free before I could stop them.
“I never stopped caring for you.”
The binds released at once, my arms falling onto his shoulders, clinging tight. For a moment, he just held me, his chest rising hard against my back, as if steadying himself. Then, his lips found mine, hungry, yes, but threaded with something deeper, something fragile he couldn’t hide anymore.
“Do you have any idea,” he whispered between kisses, his voice breaking low. “How long I’ve waited to hear that?”
I melted into him, breathless, every wall I’d ever built crumbling in his embrace and for once, I didn’t try to resist. I wanted him, wholly, the way he had always wanted me.
From the moment the words left my lips, everything had shifted. His hold on me tightened as though those few words had snapped the last thread of his composure. His kiss deepened, no longer steady or patient, but consuming, each brush of his tongue demanding more.
His fingers began stroking against my core, making heated desire curl into my lower stomach and I gasped against him, my hands still tangling in his hair even though I was free. His fingers slid against my clit with devastating precision.
My head fell back, a cry escaping before I could hold it in, but he caught the sound with his mouth, swallowing it like he couldn’t get enough. His other hand pulled me tighter to him, forcing me to feel how badly he wanted me, how much he’d been holding back.
“Such delicious sounds,” he teased, his breath ragged as he circled me with deliberate strokes.
“I want—” My words broke into a gasp as his fingers pressed deep into me, his rhythm unrelenting. My hips moved helplessly against him, greedy, begging for more.
His lips curved into a wicked smile close to my ear.
But I wanted him too much to stay submissive.
I ripped out of his grip and turned, straddling him in the tub, pressing him back with my hands. His eyes sparked, a dangerous smile lingering on his lips as he watched me take control. His hands shifted, sliding to grip my hips and press me firmly against him.
He didn’t rush, he dragged his touch slowly upwards, savoring every inch, teasing me with restraint he no longer truly had.
“Say it again,” he demanded softly, his thumb brushing just under my breast, deliberate and maddening.
“I—” My voice got caught in my throat.
He smirked, stretching close until his cheek stroked along my collarbone, to my neck, nuzzling like an affectionate pet. “Say it, or I’ll take my time tormenting you until you beg me to stop.”
A heavy breath escaped me before I could bite it back. “Malakai, my heart keeps choosing you. If there’s gravity in this world, it’s the way I’m pulled towards you, every time.”
His groan vibrated against my chest, raw and unguarded, as his hand claimed my breast again, firmer this time, while his mouth found the place he’d marked earlier, biting just enough to make me gasp.
“You’re mine,” he growled, but the words carried more devotion than command, as if he needed the reassurance just as much as I did. “Always.”
His words seared into me, low and rough against my skin, I leaned closer, pressing into his hold like I couldn’t get enough. My breath came sharp and needy, my body aching with the sudden hunger I could no longer deny.
“I want—” I choked on the words again, heat rising to my cheeks.
His smirk curved against the side of my throat.
“All of me?” he prompted, teasing, his tone deep velvet with a dangerous edge. “Greedy little kitten.”
“Yes,” I whispered, clutching at him with a force that startled me. “Everything.”
He groaned, the sound guttural, and his hand tightened on my thigh, fingers digging into my skin that would surely leave a mark.
“You think you can tame me?” he murmured, kissing me again, harder this time, his tongue sweeping possessively against mine, before he pulled back and leveled his gaze on mine. “I won’t hold back, sweetie.”
That was exactly what I wanted. My nails dug into his shoulders as I kissed him back, frantic now, answering his dominance with my own hunger.
Then, before I could second-guess it, I tilted my head and sank my teeth lightly into the strong line of his neck.
Not enough to draw blood, but to leave a mark.
He froze. For a heartbeat, I thought I’d gone too far; stepped over the line of an unspoken agreement. But a low, dangerous laugh rumbled out of him, his hand sliding up into my hair to hold me there. “Oh… you do bite,” he said, his voice laced with heat. “My greedy kitten wants to mark me too?”
“Yes,” I admitted against his skin, the word muffled and desperate. I leaned back slightly to catch a glimpse of his eyes; they burned with something darker now but were threaded with unmistakable pride.
His grip tightened in my hair, pressing my head back to his neck, keeping me there.
“Then do it properly,” he said, his tone rough but coaxing, daring me. “Make me yours.”
I obeyed, sinking my teeth into the curve of his shoulder, hard enough to make him groan. His body shuddered against mine, a sound that left him raw and unguarded.
“Mine,” I whispered when I released him, breathless, claiming him the same way he had claimed me.
His smile was dangerous, wicked, but his gaze softened for just a fraction of a second.
“Good,” he whispered, kissing me again with intense force. “Now what will you do, since I’ve become your prey?”
Gods help me, I was beyond saving.
His lips crashed back onto mine, raw and demanding, and this time there was no patience left in him, only hunger. His hands roamed with purpose, pressing me against him as he finally thrust inside of me, impatient now that my confession had stripped away every barrier between us.
The world fell away.
There was only him, overwhelming and consuming.
I gasped as my skin began burning, flames erupting thanks to my untamed feelings. My legs tightened around his hips, shaking from the pleasure of the stretch. He chuckled low, watching my every move.
“Do you like it?” His voice was laced with lust, as he pushed inside again.
“Malakai,” I whispered, placing my forehead against his, my breaths uneven.
That broke the last of his restraint. With a huff, he lifted me, pressing me against the other side of the tub, my legs still over his hips, his body caging mine as my arm grasped the edge of the tub to hold me up.
His mouth devoured me, his hands spreading my legs wider as he thrust inside of me again and again. I was racing towards my apex, an ache building up in my lower stomach, overwhelming sweetness.
My lips found his neck to kiss and mark him as mine, over, and over, until there was no telling where one of us ended and the other began.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned into my ear, each word with its own weight as he suddenly slowed his pace.
His hand shot out, grabbed my chin and forced it up to meet with his burning gaze. “Eyes on me, sweetie. I want to see how I spark the flames inside of you.”
Slowly, his grip loosened, our eyes remaining locked while he used both hands to push my thighs further back, before he plunged himself into me at a devastating angle. My whole body quivered in reply, his eyes taking in every twitch I made, savoring every sound that slipped past my lips.
“Malakai,” I cried, trembling, my voice breaking as pleasure tore throughout my entire body.
And as he moved with me, against me, within me, I realised it wasn’t surrender at all, it was us devouring each other, finally unchained.