Page 72 of Avidian
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, his voice thick with something primal, as his finger begins to move, stroking me with an almost torturous rhythm. His thumb finds its way back to my clit, pressing down with the right amount of pressure to make my back arch off the bed.
“Malachi,” I whisper, his name falling from my lips like a plea, almost overwhelmed by how good it feels, by the way he’s unraveling me piece by piece.
“Do you trust me?” Malachi asks, his finger stills inside me. My mind is a haze of sensations, overwhelmed by how good his touch feels.
“Yes, I trust you.”
“Good,” he says, commanding and soothing. “Then don’t move.”
I freeze, my body taut with anticipation, as his mouth lowers to my breast. His lips are warm, his tongue flicking softly against my nipple before his teeth graze the sensitive tip, sending a shiver cascading through me. The wet heat of his mouth is almost too much, and I fight the urge to squirm beneath him, every nerve ending sparking to life.
He releases my breast with a deliberate slowness, the cool air brushing against my damp skin where his mouth had been. He trails soft, teasing kisses down my stomach, each one igniting a fire beneath my skin. The intimacy of the moment, the way his hands hold me steady, has me both nervous and craving more, even as I try to process what’s happening.
When his lips reach my hips, my breath hitches, and then his mouth is on me, closing over my clit with a warm, gentle pressure. The sensation is electric, his tongue pressing and circling in a rhythm that has my hips jerking involuntarily.
“Stay still,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating through my core, but I can’t stop the way my body reacts, instinctively chasing the pleasure he’s giving me. His hand grips my hip, firm but not harsh, holding me steady as his mouth continues its exploration. “You taste like sin, and I plan to indulge in every damn bit of you.”
“Fuck,” I breathe.
Then he presses a second finger inside me, the stretch both unfamiliar and intoxicating. My body tightens around him, a mix of sensations overwhelming me—heat, pressure, andsomething building deep inside, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of his fingers, every flick of his tongue.
I’m burning, too hot, my skin flushed and damp, and I can’t stop the sounds escaping me—soft moans and breathless gasps that seem to spur him on. His movements quicken, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, and I’m squirming beneath him despite his earlier command, unable to stay still under the onslaught of pleasure.
“Malachi,” I cry out, but he doesn’t let up, his touch relentless and precise. My hands grip the sheets beneath me, anchoring myself as the pressure inside me builds to an unbearable height.
It’s too much yet not enough, and I know I’m on the edge of something I’ve never felt before, something that sends shockwaves through me.
I squeeze my eyes shut as my body shudders with pure ecstasy, waves of pleasure rolling through me, leaving me trembling and breathless. Time seems to blur, the sensation lingering, until I finally open my eyes to find Malachi watching me. His expression is soft but undeniably proud, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
He slowly pulls his fingers from me, and my body immediately misses the warmth and fullness of his touch. A shiver runs through me, and he moves without hesitation, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up over us.
“Are you cold?” he asks, tucking the edges snugly around me with a tenderness that makes my chest ache.
I shake my head, still catching my breath. “No, I’m okay. Better than okay. That was...” I struggle to put into words how utterly incredible I feel.
His chuckle is warm and low as he shifts to lie beside me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. I melt into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, grounding me. The fire crackles softly in the distance, the roomdim and intimate, but all I can focus on is the heat of his body and the quiet strength in the way he holds me.
His erection presses against me through his shorts, a reminder of what we haven’t yet done. My hand drifts back, brushing against him, emboldened by how safe he makes me feel. I want to feel all of him, to know him in every way, to be closer to him.
But before I can go further, he catches my hand in his, his grip gentle yet firm. He lifts it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles before settling it back against my chest.
“Sleep, Kat,” he says, a low rumble against my ear, warm and steady. “We have all the time in the world.”
The last thing I feel before sleep takes me is the steady beat of his heart against my back, a rhythm I never want to lose.
The sun filtersthrough the garage window, casting golden patches of light on the ground. Cade’s laughter echoes before I see him, that carefree sound pulling me toward him. We’re back in my family’s garage—the makeshift hangout we turned into our sanctuary, a place to hide from the world when everything else felt too heavy.
“You’re so slow,” he teases, sliding the door shut behind him, his grin lighting up the room. His black hair is tousled from the breeze, and he’s already dropping into the oversized chair across from me, his energy infectious.
“I’m not slow. You’re a cheat,” I fire back, collapsing into the chair next to him. My pulse races, not from the sprint here but from the way he looks at me—like I’m the only person who exists. “I thought you wanted to run away.”
He leans toward me, his gaze locking with mine, steady and sure.
“I do,” he says softly, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken dreams, “but not without you.”
I blink, and suddenly we’re somewhere else—on the beach, our hands clasped together. His jacket is draped over my shoulders, shielding me from the cool evening air. The horizon glows in shades of orange and pink, the waves rolling in a steady rhythm that matches my heartbeat.
“You’re the only person who makes me feel like this, Kat,” he says, his voice low, intimate.
