Page 14 of The Demon Who Loved Me

Malakai's eyes flutter open, his gaze hazy with pain. "Evelyn," he murmurs, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek. "I'm sorry...I wasn't strong enough..."

I shake my head fiercely, my tears falling faster now. "No," I insist, my voice fierce. "You were strong, Malakai. You resisted the darkness, you chose love over hate. That's the truest strength there is."

He smiles weakly, his thumb brushing away my tears. "Because of you," he whispers. "This puny little mortal human. By the hells, what is wrong with me?"

I nod, my heart swelling with emotion, with the depth of my love for this man, this demon who has stolen my heart. "Together," I murmur, my lips brushing against his. "We'll face whatever comes, together."

Malakai smiles, a real smile that lights up his whole face. "Knew you wanted me…" he teases, his hand finding mine, our fingers intertwining.

10

EVELYN

Malakai and I lay side by side on the bed. The air between us is charged with sexual tension and something more that neither of us is ready to admit. He looks me in the eyes with an intensity that makes my breath catch.

He’s injured, but that doesn’t stop him from pulling me against him and pressing his lips to mine. The kiss is gentle and slow, but my heart begins to race as his hand comes behind my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

He pulls me on top of him, and I sit up, slowly lifting my shirt over my head.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says huskily, reaching up with both hands to unclasp my bra.

My breathing is heavy, almost panting as he runs his hands along my exposed skin. I can feel his erection pressing against me and I stifle a moan as I roll my hips forward.

He helps me take my pants off and I bend over to unbutton his freeing his straining cock and gasping as it falls hard on his abdomen.

He kicks off his pants and positions me along his shaft. My pussy is wet and slides along his hot skin as I rock my hips along him.

He pulls me forward and takes a nipple in his mouth, grasping my hip with his other hand and guiding my movements.

I let out a soft whimper when he finally cups my breasts gently, kneading them as if they belong to him.

I want this man more than anything—his touch, his taste, his love. So when he encourages me to rock my hips against him, I obey without question. My heart hammers against my chest as our skin slides together, leaving behind a wet sheen of passion. The scent of arousal fills the air around us. It's heady and intoxicatingly sweet, a mix of our sweat and desire mingling into something addictive.

The friction between us is electric. Every time our bodies meet it sends jolts through both of us like lightning strikes of pleasure-pain rippling through our souls. He growls low in his throat each time I push forward onto him harder, begging for more contact with each desperate move. His cock is thick and rigid against my core already but it only makes me want him more, needing that ultimate connection that only he could give me at this moment.

He groans deep in his throat as if feeling every bit of this shared need when I finally close around him, completely taking him inside me on one determined thrust.

I gasp at the feel of him filling me up so perfectly, my hands digging into his shoulders as he holds onto me tightly, his breathing labored. His hips buck against mine in response, meeting my movements with long, drawn-out strokes that have me panting for more. The friction between us is intense and I can feel the heat building inside me with each passing moment. Every time he thrusts deeper, I feel a rush of pleasure that sends shivers down my spine.

His hands roam up and down my back, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake while one of them grips my hip tightly, guiding my hips to find just the right angle for both our pleasures. Droplets of sweat form on his forehead and roll down his face, adding to the sheen of perspiration that glints in the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

He pushes deeper inside me, and I gasp softly, my nails digging into his shoulders ever so slightly as my walls clench around him. It's an intoxicating feeling, the way he fills me up completely yet still leaves me wanting more, and it sends shivers down my spine.

His pace is slow but steady. Every push is accompanied by a moan from deep within him that vibrates against my body, sending tingles along my skin. His lips find their way back to mine in a searing kiss that tastes like passion and need mixed together, blurring any lines between pain and pleasure.

As I look up into his eyes, I see the raw desire there mirrored in my own, like two flames flickering together in the darkness. He leans down to capture my lips in a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as we both lose ourselves in this moment of passion.

His hands roam down my back, tracing the curve of my spine before trailing lower to grip my hips firmly as he pulls me closer still. His injured leg doesn't seem to slow him down. Instead, it adds a new level of intensity to our lovemaking.

Each time he pushes inside me harder, I can feel him straining against his own injuries yet refusing to be deterred from giving me what I need.

Our bodies slide against each other effortlessly now, creating a symphony of moans and gasps as our skin ripples with goosebumps from the cool night air and the scorching heat between us.

The taste of him is addictive on my tongue, salty sweat mingling with the sweetness of our kisses while our hearts race together in unison. Our desire for one another grows with every passing second until it becomes almost too much to bear.

"Oh, God," I whisper against his lips when he finally picks up speed, pushing into me harder and faster than before.

His grip on my hair tightens as he grinds deeper into me, causing little jolts of pleasure to shoot through me at every point of contact. I cry out softly into his mouth, unable to hold back any longer as waves upon waves of ecstasy wash over me like tidal waves crashing against rocks.

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