Page 38 of The Silent Mate

Malik’s breathing hitched, but, like a man under a spell, he lifted a hand to one of my breasts and cupped it. Heat seeped into me where our skin touched, and my breasts grew heavy and aching in an instant. A deep throb pulsed between my legs.

Soon, his other hand fit overtop the other side of my chest, his callouses scraping the sensitive skin as he squeezed each mound. The sensation shot straight to my sex.

Malik’s lips parted, his tongue darting out to wet their surface. One of his thumbs circled my nipple, then he pinched the sensitive bud and I gasped.

He pulled back like I’d burned him, concern etched across his features. His brows pulled together in a silent question.

Embarrassment flamed my cheeks, and I shook my head with a small laugh. “I’m sorry. It felt good.”

Too good.In fact, ‘good’ didn’t even begin to cover it.

One corner of Malik’s mouth curled into a smile, and he circled my nipple again. The rosy peak pebbled in response to his touch, and I bit the inside of my cheek as a rivulet of electricity trickled all the way to the base of my spine.

A sudden need to feel more than just his hands on my breasts gripped me, and the words spilled from my mouth before I could stop them. I didn’t know where my sudden confidence blossomed from.

“You can kiss me there, too.”

His eyes flared, and I saw the moment his own confidence overcame his doubts. Something in my beautiful, broken mate shifted, as if he’d simply been waiting for my permission, and he nudged me backward on the bed, laying me on the mattress and climbing over my body.

He pinned me beneath him, and his mouth found my breasts. I gasped as his tongue tested and tasted one nipple, then the next. His lips latched over the painfully taut nub, hot and wet, and my legs spread of their own accord.

Malik settled into the crevice that I created for him, his lower abdomen pressed against the hollow between my legs. I couldn’t help it when my hips thrust upward into him, chasing relief for the tightness building within.

He withdrew from my breasts just long enough to look up at me, his eyes dark and wild, and I knew some combination of ecstasy and agony was written across my features. Like he knew exactly what I needed, he shifted his weight forward and brought his mouth to mine, simultaneously aligning our hips.

His erection pressed into me, hard and thick through the fabric of his jeans and my flimsy dress. I wiggled my hips until the long rod parted my lower lips, and then I thrust my hips against him again.

He slid against my sex, and the rub of his jeans felt like heaven against the nub at the apex of my thighs.

This time, Malik puffed a harsh gasp into my mouth, and I swallowed it down. If his vocal cords weren’t ruined, I guessed the exhalation might’ve sounded like a moan, and I smiled at that knowledge.

He pulled away from our kiss, one elbow braced beside my head to allow him to hover above me, and watched me with hesitation in his gaze. He rolled his hips into me once, and flames leapt from my aching center.

“Yes,” I begged, wiggling beneath him to seek that illusive friction. “Yes, just like that.”

With my confirmation, Malik resumed our kiss. He rolled his hips in time with the thrust of his tongue into my mouth. Whether he realized it or not, his erection rubbed tantalizing circles around my clitoris, and pleasure skittered through my body.

Soft, breathy moans and whimpers slipped from my throat, and he adjusted his movements according to my reactions, like he intimately knew just what I needed. The knowledge that onlyhecould elicit such a response from my body sent another great wave of arousal straight to my core.

My clit began to tingle and swell with warmth, and my entire being tightened and tightened and?—

“Oh!” I cried, breaking free from his mouth as release barreled through me.

My back arched off the bed, causing my stiff nipples to rub against his chest. Bolts of arousal shot straight to my core, extending my orgasm, as Malik’s thrusts turned erratic and rough.

Soft bursts of air came from his mouth, and he shuddered. His movements became sloppy, until he went still above me and his breathing turned ragged. When I opened my eyes, it was tofind Malik already staring down at me, awe scribbled over his handsome features.

I was faintly aware of a warm wetness between my legs, where our still-clothed bodies ground tight against one another’s. Malik stiffened.

His brow furrowed, and he shifted away from me, but not before I felt a new sort of hardness at the seam of his jeans. As if the blood coursing through his anatomy did not ease with his release, but instead increased—tenfold.

Splotches of color covered his cheeks, and he pushed away from the mattress, spinning away from me as if to preserve his modesty. After what we just did, I couldn’t understand why.

“Malik?” I panted his name and propped myself onto an elbow, still coming down from my high.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he kept his back to me and retreated into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him with a resoundingthudand leaving me alone.

Alone, half-dressed, and sated, yet more confused than ever.

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