Chapter 21 #2
“That’s better,” he hummed pleased. “Such a good girl.”
The praise made me clench around his fingers, and a groan slipped from his lips.
His fingers curled against my inner wall and I trembled in delight.
He picked up the speed, consuming my senses with his precise strokes. It didn’t take long for him to have me melting at his touch, and only then did he release my hand from his magic.
My legs trembled with the thrilling throb of the waves.
I placed my hands on each side of his shoulders, pushing him backwards.
He chuckled, playing along as I lowered myself on top of him.
My hand slid along his abdomen, feeling every curve, traveling up his chest as I closed the distance between us.
“If only you could see your face right now,” he said, voice low, fingertips tracing my cheek. “It’s the kind of look that would make me walk through an army of demons. The kind of face that keeps me breathing, makes me destroy everything that dares touch you.”
My breath trembled. “What face am I making?”
A smile, dark and tender, curved his lips. “The one that says you’d choose me even if the world burned for it.”
Without thinking, I leaned closer, straddling him. His hands slid to my hips, grounding me, pulling me into the gravity of him.
“Mm,” I hummed, I tilted my head, placing my forehead against his. “I’d burn through everything standing between us. If anything happened to you, I’d become the hellfire itself because no one is allowed to harm you, Malakai.” I lowered my voice. “You’re my demon.”
His eyes widened, then darkened, something ancient flickering there. The air thickened, pulsing between us.
“Say it again,” he rasped, voice trembling on the edge of control.
I leaned back, tension building as his eyes gave away his impatience. I stroked my fingers along his cheek. “Mine.”
At that word, his red threads spread out, weaving through the air, wrapping us in living heat. They pulsed with every heartbeat, every breath, tracing around my body. He stretched after me, eyes burning, half-lidded.
“Let’s promise,” Malakai murmured, his lips ghosting over mine.
“What?” I asked against his.
“That I’m yours, and you’re mine. If you fall, I’ll be your strength. If your heart stops, mine will carry it.”
I smiled faintly, brushing a thumb along his jaw towards the back of his neck. “And what do you want in return?”
His gaze softened, then sharpened, dangerous and sincere. “That you’ll never run from me, and if I ever become something you can’t save… you’ll end me with your own hands.”
The words hung between us, heavy and sacred.
“I’ll never let it come to that,” I whispered.
“I know,” he said, kissing me again. “That’s why you’re the only one who could.”
He brushed his lips down to my neck.
“Now,” he lowered his voice. “I’ve let you play for long enough.” His hands tightened on my hips as he pushed against me, spinning us around until I was pinned beneath him. His hand stroked gently along my side, hooking my leg around him. I arched my hips towards him, but he shifted, denying me.
Frustration spread as I sucked in my lower lip, taking my feelings out on it instead.
“Greedy kitten,” he mocked.
Malakai’s hand caressed my thigh before sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
I shuddered, digging my fingers into his back.
He eased the pain by kissing the mark. His free hand slid to the back of my neck as his hungry lips found mine.
I tensed, thinking he’d taste blood, but it had already steamed, becoming a part of him.
He deepened the kiss, a groan rumbling in his throat. His mouth devoured mine, I felt his hips shifting, his length finding my core and without waiting a second longer he thrust inside. I moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed it, growing desperate for more.
He kept a fierce pace, pressing into me again, and again, and again, stretching me with each thrust. My body was ablaze, clenching around him like the world would cease to exist if I didn’t.
“Fuck, you’re divine,” he finally managed through ragged breaths. “I don’t pray… But for you, I’ll get on my knees and worship.”
“Maybe you should start praying, then,” I whispered teasingly to him. “Show me how devotion looks on you.” Whatever remaining control he had, snapped.
His lips were on mine again, denying me air, and he picked up his pace as he heaved my thighs up, carving into me at an angle that made him reach even deeper.
My legs trembled in his hold with every movement and a slow maddening smirk spread on his lips.
“Sweetie,” he whispered against my lips. “If you keep shaking like that, I’ll forget how to be gentle.”
This was gentle!?
He noticed how my eyes widened, and he chuckled as he sucked my lower lip between his own, nibbling on it. Slowly, his eyes sparkled brighter, crimson scarlet captivating me as he thrust into me hard.
I felt as if my world was spinning, and he was the center of it.
The knot that had rebuilt in my stomach came undone along with his name leaving my lips. The exquisite pleasure soared throughout my body as I came apart below him.
His eyes were locked on me, taking in everything, and I blushed.
I felt seen. I felt loved.
Because he couldn’t get enough; no matter what expression I made, what I said or did, or what sound slipped, he wanted all of it and still hungered for more.
He chased his own release, biting down on my shoulder one last time to avoid roaring loudly.
And once again, the world went silent around us, as if holding its breath to watch our next move.