Page 106 of Fated In Forever
You can’t, I’m disgusting.I mewled, sounding both whinier and more encouraging than I’d planned. And definitelynotfighting him off as hard as I should have been.
I really need a shower, Malachi, I have to…
No. Two enormous hands wrapped completely around my thighs and spread them apart, cool air brushing over my soaked pussy, my throbbing clit. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and you are going to come in my mouth. You will give me every drop of your arousal, then you will sleep while I watch over you.
And then…holy fuck.
His tongue pushed inside my entrance, then my channel, and kept going, deeper and deeper, my back arching to take more of him, his talons denting the soft flesh of my thighs as he held me still so he could tip my hips up, position me how he wanted me.
The feel of him inside me was incandescent, like a coming home, like the pieces of my life were all finally falling into place, and tears pricked at my eyes, my chest bursting apart at the seams at the utter rightness of us being together again.
And then the world narrowed down to only two things—Malachi’s clever tongue and his powerful, commanding grip, holding me down, keeping me in place, safe and cherished and right where I wanted to be.
Every time he withdrew, my pussy clenched around him as if I didn’t want to let him go, every time he thrust—and oh God, how deep he went—my hips bucked up into his mouth, like I had zero shame.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Then I froze whensomethingprodded at my other entrance, something hard and demanding pressed against my tight hole and…and…the tip of his pointed tail breached my opening, and my entire body arched up off the bed when he shoved past the first ring of muscle.
I clawed at his horns, his shoulders, every part of him I could reach, but his tail kept going, penetrating deeper and deeper until heat streaked through me like liquid fire.
Breathe for me, Vicious. Keep breathing while I take you. Let me give you what you wanted.
Ididwant this. I’d fantasized about that wicked tail often enough. But this feeling of being split apart was too much, everything was too immediate and I squirmed to get away, only to be pinned down even tighter by that iron grip.
I do want it, but when he pushed in deeper, the pressure turned into pain, and I was split apart and set ablaze, my brain short circuited, body shaking, every aching synapse and nerve left raw and wanting.
Relax.Malachi crooned inside my head, like he was soothing a skittish animal.Let yourself go limp, stop fighting me.
Iwasfighting him.
Fighting the relentless invasion I secretly craved, fighting…
I didn’t know what.
And just that quickly, my body turned to butter—glorious, molten liquid in Malachi’s enormous taloned hands, to be devoured and plundered and savored. My flesh, to be conquered by a monster, my heart given freely to this male who had clawed his way out of the Underworld to save me.
That’s it. Relax, my love, let me make you feel good. So fucking good, that in a moment, you’ll scream my name for this whole castle to hear.
Malachi curled the end of his tongue every time he dragged it out, and when he forced his way back in, when the pointed tiphadto be buried all the way inside my womb, I swore he got thicker, wider, stretching me with a rawness that only added to the breathless pleasure tearing me apart.
And that fucking tail. He changed the size of that, too, the shape of it as he worked the tip in and out, in tandem to that magic tongue, until my head whipped back and forth and I was wordless, breathless, desperate for release.
“God, I’m going to…fuck,Malachi. Fuck.”
With his name on my lips, I bowed up off the bed, broken and panting,wildfire spreading and spreading through flesh and blood and bone in an incendiary torrent that I collapsed beneath, muscles shaking, mumbling words I was only half aware of.
Then all I saw was Malachi, with his crown and glowing eyes, long tongue sweeping over his lips again and again, as he lapped up every last drop of me, his tail still imbedded deep in my ass, a look of pure victory on his face.
He raised his head, thosefucking hornsrising up as his eyes narrowed.
Again.
Give me more, Vicious. I’ve been waiting years to taste you again. Do not deny me.
And when he dipped his head again, when he drove himself inside me, joined his flesh to mine in a hungry, claiming dance, I knew there was something deeper than pleasure, something more permanent than love, something that flayed me open, then pieced me back together.
And that something was Malachi Draven, no matter what form he took, monster or man.
