Page 92 of Avidian
“I pride myself on it,” I say, smiling as I take my own dose. The warmth spreads through me instantly, and the sharp pain in my leg fades almost entirely.
Malachi lets out a short laugh, tossing the empty vial onto the counter.
In an instant, he closes the distance between us, his mouth crashing into mine with a force that sends me sliding back on the smooth surface of the table. My legs part instinctively as I grab at the front of his shirt, tugging him closer while he devours me with hungry kisses.
One of his arms wraps around my back, and the other shoves into my hair, holding me to him. All I want is to be closer to him. I can't get enough of him—his lips, his body, his scent. His teeth graze my lip, and I moan as he rocks his hips into me.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine, and I realize I’m panting, struggling to catch my breath.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice ragged. “There were a few moments out there where I thought I might never get to do that again.”
I slide my hand down his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
“Then don’t stop.”
His grin is both wicked and tender as his fingers grasp my chin, tilting my face up to his. “I need to see you. All of you.” His hand releases my chin, trailing down my neck and then further in a slow, soothing motion before it reaches the hem of my shirt. “Let me.”
I lift my arms without hesitation, and he pulls my top off over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes rake over me, and I don’t shy away from his gaze. Instead, I reach back, unclasp my bra, and let it fall to the floor.
“I’m not sure what I want more right now—to worship you or ruin you.”
I run my teeth over my bottom lip. “Why not both?”
That infuriatingly sexy smile spreads across his lips, and I clasp my hands around his neck, pulling him into me, capturing his mouth with mine. I can feel the hard press of him between my legs, his arousal straining against his pants, and it ignites afire inside me. My hand slides down, pressing against the bulge, and his groan vibrates against my lips. His tongue explores my mouth with a desperation that feels like he’s trying to memorize every part of me.
The tension that’s been building between us is about to explode, and I’m ready for it. I want to burn for him, with him, until there’s nothing left.
Malachi’s kiss softens, becoming achingly tender as his hands slide up my thighs to settle on my hips, his grip firm as though he’s afraid to let me go. The sensation sends sparks racing through me, and I arch into him, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. His lips leave mine, trailing down my jaw and onto my neck and down to my breasts, where he nips and sucks in all the right places.
“You’re more than I deserve, but I’m selfish enough to want you anyway.” His breath is hot against my skin, and a shiver crawls down my spine.
“Then stop talking about what you deserve and let me show you what I want.”
Before I finish speaking, my hands are already sliding under his shirt, desperate to feel the heat of his skin. He helps me, pulling it off in one swift motion and tossing it aside. I take a moment to look at him, to admire the lines of his chest and the way the candlelight dances across his skin.
He’s so damn beautiful. I’ve known it since the moment I first saw him—his broad frame, that perfect smile, the effortless power in the way his muscles flex. His mouth twists into the charming smirk he wears so well. “See something you like?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I slide off the table and reach for him, my lips demanding to taste him again. I kiss him, frantic and messy, and he lets me explore his mouth, matching my intensity. My hands move to hisbelt, fumbling to undo it without breaking the kiss, but his hands stop me, a low laugh rumbling in his chest.
“What?” I pull back to look at him, and he grabs my hips, lifting me and placing me back onto the edge of the table.
“You shouldn’t be standing on your ankle yet.”
“I told you it’s fine,” I argue, reaching for his waist again, but he catches my hands in his, holding them firmly.
“I’ll decide when it’s fine.” He lifts my hand to his lips, brushing a slow kiss across my knuckles. His eyes burn into mine, like smoldering embers glowing with flecks of gold.
Fuck.
I want him to take his time, but I also want him on me and inside me right now. My body is already burning with anticipation—I need more.
He releases my wrists, his fingers finding the waistband of my pants. He doesn’t rush, sliding them down along with my panties in one fluid motion, his hands grazing my skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. One boot falls to the ground with a thud, then the other, the sound matching the frantic beat of my heart.
When I’m completely bare in front of him, he pushes my thighs open and wraps an arm around my lower back, tugging me to the very edge of the table.
The hard press of his cock against me makes my breath hitch, and I curse the fabric of his pants for being between us.
