Page 79 of Dark Captivation

“We’re better than fated mates, Sunny.” Malek’s voice went deep and intensified that flame that still ravaged my core. “That means that we have the gift of choice.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

His dream filled eyes stilled, sinking into mine. His rock hard muscles pressing into my chest, reminding me of his power and that if not for his deliberate gentleness, he could snap me in two like a twig.

“I mean that we will never have to wonder where we would be but for the choice of the gods. If we stay together, it is because we choose it and only because we choose it. If we love, it is because we truly mean it.” He meant this as a contrast to what I had with the demi-gods. He was right, everything he said made sense and I was falling for Malek. So, why did I still harbor a small measure of emotions for them?

His mouth covered mine, caressing me with his devotion. Something deep inside me throbbed as I felt tipsy from the cocktail of sensations he made me feel. All reason flew from me like dust in the wind as my body surrendered to him.

He removed my top and bra, my breasts springing free. He eyed them for a minute, swallowing. “Oh, Sunny,” he said, seeming at a loss for words. He drew my breasts to his lips, sucking my nipples relentlessly, one after the other. Soothing sensations rippled through my core, tearing relentlessly my slick pussy in a wave. And I fantasized him laying me bare, his cock ravaging me and ramming my brain numb.

My pussy’s throbbing drove me to madness. It ached. No, it hurt like hell. This ravenous hunger that grumbled away in me, begged for his cock to fill me. Begged for all the ecstasy and pain it would wrought.

“Take me.” I said through a fevered breath.

He looked at me like a starving man would a juicy steak and his brows knitted.

“Be careful, Sunny. Excite my beast too quickly and I won’t be able to hold myself back.”

The thought of the cool and measured Malek losing control drove my excitement to new levels. Anticipation gleefully bounced in me.

“Do it!” I demanded, writhing my ass over his erection.

He sucked in his lips, his face contorting to conceal his pleasure.

“I love that you hunger for danger. It only makes me crave you more.” He moaned, his hand gripping the swell of my breast, squeezing it until it ached.

I squealed, and he seemed to delight in the sound. He yanked his shirt off, throwing it off the bed. My mouth watered from the sight of his thick, scrumptious muscles. His wide and ample pecks led down to a gloriously full six pack.

His muscles appeared taught and angry, but his expression was calm and joyful.

Annoyed by my pants getting in the way, I removed them, leaving only my frilly pink panties.

Malek took his eyes off my hips. “By the gods, Sunny. You are the most scrumptious creature the planet has ever birthed.”

He pinched my nipple roughly between his index and thumb, twisting it savagely.

I cried out in pleasure as liquid flames parted my starving folds.

He looked down at my soaking panties. “Good. I want you good and wet. That way, it’ll be less painful.”

“I want it now.” I said, embroiled In my painful throbbing.

“Patience, Precious One. I don’t want to hurt you. I love how hard you get me.” He leaned in and flickered his tongue over my swollen nipples.

Words couldn’t describe how amazing it felt. He tortured them with his tongue, punished them by grinding them between his teeth. Soft enough not to break the skin but hard enough to hurt in all the right ways.

“It feels amazing. Don’t stop,” I growled.

His sucking and nibbling was so masterful, he played my body like a grandmaster would a game of chess. His skill terrified me just as much as it brought me pleasure.

His power over my body was terrifying. The more sensations he introduced to me, the more I needed him. And to need a man this much was scary.

Though my head was filled with steam, I was still tortured by conflict. My mind wandered to thoughts of the resistance. Malek had forgiven me for speaking to Varcus without telling him, but this still didn’t address the issue of his war and all the rampage it would cause.

Malek stole my mind back for himself with his tongue’s sweet circling motion around my swollen peaks. “Does this please my bride?” He asked and all thoughts of war vanished.

“Yes, bite it again.” I instructed, and like a servant he obeyed my command. His bite felt so freaking good it shot pleasure and pain rattling straight down south.

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