Page 27 of Fated to Him

He dips his head further and blows hot air over my lips, making them tingle. It’s an unfamiliar sensation I hadn’t realized I liked until now. “So tell me to stop.”

I don’t say a word.

“Tell me, Delilah, and we’ll go back to the cabin and sleep. I won’t touch you again. You have my word on it.”

I stare up at him and continue to say nothing.

His voice turns husky as his eyes burn hotter. “Because I need you, Delilah. I need to know what you taste like. I need to know what sound you make when I slide inside you. And I need to feel you tighten around me when you come.”

My breath catches, and a new scent, a rich musk I know is my arousal teases my senses. If I can smell it, so must he. His nostrils flare as he hardens against my belly, confirming my suspicions.

“What do you need from me, baby? What can I give you? Because it’s yours.”

“I need you to kiss me.” I don’t know where my barely audible whisper comes from. Probably the same needy place inside me that craves Malakhi’s touch like I’ve never craved anyone else. “I need only you to touch me.”

His head descends.

Our lips touch, my eyes slide closed, and he releases a hungry, needy groan into my mouth that makes my body catch alight. I slide my palms up his muscled back, bury them in his thick, dark hair, and moan in response.

He deepens the kiss immediately, angling his head but keeping his large palm around my neck as if he can’t bring himself to let me go. As if I’m his. That’s how it makes me feel. Owned. By him.

I should peel his hand away. Instead, I lean into his touch, craving more of it.

He repositions his body over mine, skimming his fingers from my throat down to cup my right breast, molding it in his hand.

My breath leaves me in a rush as I arch my back.

I’m wrapping my legs around his hips when he breaks the kiss and lifts his hand from my breast to peer down at me. His hair is disheveled, and it makes him look wilder. I pull my hands from his hair and tell myself to leave them on the ground, yet I place them on his back instead. Where is this new touching habit coming from?

“What?” My voice is husky, and my lips are swollen as I battle with myself not to tug him down for more of those addictive kisses.

His expression is unreadable. “I need to know if you’ve done this before, Delilah.”

My cheeks burn, and I look away. “Why do you need to know that?”

He doesn’t let me, bringing my gaze back to him. “Because if this is your first time, I might be able to find the strength to give you the sweet and slow you need.”

His words make me breathless. Or is it the way he’s staring down at me?

“And if it isn’t my first time?” I whisper.

He claims my lips in a bruising kiss that almost makes me forget what we were talking about. “Then I don’t think I can. I’ve waited too long to be gentle or sweet. I would want you on your knees, Delilah. I would need to have you screaming my name to the moon.”

My core clenches. Every muscle in my body does likewise. I’d almost gotten used to having him come to the bar to watch me. I’m in no way used to a man staring at me with that much potent hunger in their gaze.

“So tell me, Delilah. Do you need soft and gentle, or am I giving you hard and fierce?”

I swallow hard. “There was someone.” Malakhi’s eyes flash with fury and…jealousy? Another thing I’m not used to. “It was years ago. And it wasn’t…it wasn’t what I thought it would be.”

Disappointing is what it was. Over almost before it started.

Malakhi claims my lips. “So a little of both, then.”

I break the kiss, confused. “But you just said?—”

A smile twitches his lips. “I think I can find a little sweet for my mate.”

His soft admission arrows to the same place in my heart as when he said he would cook only for me.

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