Page 11 of Mark My Words

“Why am I here, Belle?”

Her chest rose and fell as they watched each other.

“You tell me, Beast.”

He moved, taking a step forward as she took a step back until her back hit the wall.

“I’m here, Destiny St. Clair, because I had to see you. Need to connect with you. I want you back. Whatever I did can be fixed. Just tell me.”

“Malik.”

“I need you as my wife.”

Her eyes widened. “Malik!”

He grabbed her face, crushing his mouth into hers. All at once, they were assaulted with heat, their bodies compressed with a tightness that sealed them together, clothes be damned.

They fought the costumes, Malik lifting her dress to shred her pantyhose between the strength of his fingers while Destiny reached for his pants, twisting and fumbling with his belt buckle.

He released his dick from behind his zipper and lifted her, battering her mound with the thickness of his circumference. She was wet, and his erection popping against her heated lips sent a tremor through her soul.

“Malik…”

He entered her, driving so deep she couldn’t stop the shout that squealed into the air.

“Ooooooh!”

He reclaimed her mouth, sucked her tongue, held her arms above her head with one hand while rocking into her body as he gripped her thigh with the other.

A growl fled from his lips.

“You’re so incredibly delicious.” His hips rocked, his mouth treading down her chin. “Just like I remember.” His growl intensified, hips rocking, plunging into her. “I could stay with you here, forever.” Malik lifted a thigh over his arm as her other leg clung to his waist.

With her angled, he pummeled, sliding in and out of her with the urgency of a lover in desperate need. He filled her body with vigorous strokes that blended them into one. The beauty in their connection, the satisfaction in their glides, the unadulterated passion they shared was as if they’d never spent a day without each other.

“Ooooh…baby…”

Heat swirled as his dick charged, dragging against her tight walls.

“Fuuuu-ck!” he barked, sucking off her mouth, licking her neck, biting into her throat as he mercilessly pounded into her pussy, fucking her senseless.

“Malik!”

A knock tapped against the door.

“Is anyone in there?” A voice came from outside the room. It sounded like Gregory. No doubt he’d been eyeing them from the moment Malik so rudely carried Destiny off to the dance floor.

Destiny’s eyes lurched, and quickly Malik dropped her arms, which landed around his shoulders, and he shuffled them past a conference table into a closet.

Inside, he reclaimed her mouth and sucked her tongue, planting her against the wall while his hips continue to rock, their love never breaking for a moment.

“Hello?”

The voice sounded closer as if he had entered the room to take a peek around. Destiny held on to Malik tight, her nerves spinning as pleasure ripped through her with every thrust he delivered.

Moments past and Destiny held on to her moans, her hips grinding against his plunging erection. Her body tensed, and chills showered the entirety of her. This was a serenity like she hadn’t experienced in what felt like a lifetime.

Another moment passed, and the room was so quiet they both were sure Gregory had left but to be safe, they made love in the silence of their inner screams, pulling at their tongues, sucking, and grinding.

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