Page 77 of Malice
Warmth spread through my chest, and my lips twitched up in a smile. “I’m pretty sure I warned you about asking me for that.”
She matched my smile, her eyes twinkling in the soft golden light. “Malice, you and I both know I am more than a match for you. Do your worst.” Then she winked. “And by worst, I mean very, very best.”
Kissing her long and slow, I ran my hands down her body until I reached her thighs and the hem of the piss-poor excuse for a nightie. Pain blossomed on my bottom lip as her teethcaught it and she bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but soundly enough to elicit an erotic groan.
I chuckled. “Naughty, naughty, hellcat.”
She purred up at me while simultaneously raking her nails down my back. “Just living up to your name for me.”
“Fuck,” I said in a harsh whisper.
“That is the idea.”
Running my fingers up, up, up until I found her slick, bare pussy, I teased her until she was writhing and begging me to let her come.
“Watch me while I fill you up,” I ordered, freeing myself from my clothes and taking my cock in hand.
Her eyes found mine, the bright blue full of want, and it was all directed at me.
My gaze locked with hers, I pressed into her tight opening, memorizing the way her mouth parted on a sigh and the way color spread across her chest and cheeks. The feel of her hot, wet cunt squeezing my cock was even better than I remembered. Last time we’d been frantic with need, but tonight time wasn’t an issue. I watched her expression change with every inch I fed into her, little hitches of breath betraying her pleasure. Fuck, she was perfect.
“You feel so good,” she breathed.
“Likewise.”
“Kiss me,” she begged, reaching up for me.
I dropped a fist on either side of her head so our faces were separated by inches. “As you wish.”
Then I drove all the way inside her, sinking to the hilt. Our tongues danced as we moved together, trading sighs and moans with each languid thrust. Our pleasure built together, but I never increased my tempo. I wanted to keep us right here on the edge for as long as possible.
Merri never complained, but it wasn’t long before her thighs were trembling and she was clutching at both me and the sheets. I needed to be closer to her, to hold her tight and make sure she knew how much this moment meant. Wrapping my arms around her, I closed the distance between us and buried my face in her neck, kissing and biting the soft place where her neck met her shoulder.
“Merri, fuck. I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”
“Me too. God, it feels like you’ve been edging me for hours.”
I laughed, but it was little more than a harsh bark. “I wanted to make up for the last time.”
She turned until she could meet my gaze again. “Malice, you have nothing to make up for, you ... You are, and have always been, exactly what I need. You’re mine.”
The words absolutely decimated what little control I had left.
I came with a last roll of my hips, pressing deep and holding there until I could no longer tell where I ended and she began.
She fed on me; I knew it was happening, but this new connection and honesty between us made that all the more meaningful. I gave her what she needed and together, we created something beautiful. All I wanted was for us to continue on this path forever.
Pulling out of her, I rolled onto my back and brought her with me until she was resting on my chest. I ran my fingertips along her spine and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I just want to hold you for a while, if you don’t mind.”
She hummed happily. “Hold me as long as you want. Never let go.”
Emotion clogged my throat, and it took me longer than usual before I could form a response.
“Careful, hellcat. You might get what you want.”
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