Page 16 of Fated In Forever
I wanted Vicious, more than I wanted to breathe. Every piece of her. I want her in the best of times, and the worst. I want to laugh and cry and fight and make love all night long, and there wasn’t a piece of me that would settle for anything less than an eternity.
“I just want to…” Her eyes slipped closed, then her soft, plump lips pressed against mine, then her tongue was between them, greedily tracing sharpened teeth and even sharper fangs with a ravenous curiosity I couldn’t have stopped, even if I’d wanted to.
I wrapped one hand around her ample backside, the other twisted in her hair, then I was kissing her back, driving my tongue in deep, curling it around hers, making her take everything I gave, the hard, tight nubs of her nipples like bullets against my chest. She tasted the same, but…so much more.
Confusingly more. Sweeter, richer…mine.
No. Not mine.
I had to let Vicious go, I had to stop this madness, now, before I lost myself completely and ruined her, in the same way I was ruined.
Vicious. We shouldn’t. I’m not strong enough to stop this, so you have to stop for us both.
Well too bad, because I don’t want to. In fact, I’m just getting started.She laughed into my mouth, because of course, I couldn’t stop kissing her, couldn’t stop my hands from wandering, from squeezing plump flesh, from caressing every delicious curve. My cock was about to explode, and when she reached between us and wrapped her fingersalmostall the way around me, my hips jerked forward.
That’s it, God, you’re so big. Too big, but so hard. Is this for me, Malachi? All this for me?
The thoughts—the words—tumbled between us in a reckless spill of need and grasping, frantic flesh, until she was pressed against my chest, her lips nibbling up my neck, her hand stroking my cock and I ground into her touch, I couldn’t help myself.
Yes. All of this is for you, now fucking let me go. We can’t…Then I threw my head back and groaned as she stroked me harder and rougher, exactly the way I’d worked myself all these past months, after our every encounter, gathering enough precum to lubricate the next hard, demanding stroke, and the next.
On the next stroke my head slammed back, denting the stone wall, hands tightening on the arms of the bench until the ancient wood groaned.
Fuck, Vicious, I’m not going to last if you keep this up.
She hummed happily against my skin.That’s the plan. I want to watch you fall apart.
Her breasts were crushed against my chest, her lips nibbling my throat as she worked me relentlessly, my hands squeezing her ass with every fucking demanding stroke, until she slid down my body and then she was on her knees. My mind went blank when Evie’s warm, wet mouth closed over my sensitive head, both hands working me up and down and fucking hell, I’d never seen anything as sexy as Evangeline Silverwood.
Vicious. Please.I didn’t know if I was begging for more or for her to stop.
You taste so good. I’ve been dying to do this, she hummed and my entire body jerked, head roaring, mind emptying out of everything except how fucking perfect she was.
I want to see you come undone, Malachi. Let me take care ofyou, after everything you’ve done for me. Give me your pleasure…please?
It’s yours. Everything I have…is yours.
Her eyes caught mine, soft and gleaming and filled with laughter and I blew apart with a roar. Shattered, more like it, falling to pieces as my release roared through me, utterly destroyed, from a single glance.
This female held all the power over me—she commanded me, and she always would.
Then I was spilling into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she gagged and swallowed and gagged again, my balls pulsing until I was empty, a sheen of sweat coating my chest, my abdomen, my claws tangled in her honey blond hair, long black sharpness twisted over with strands of spun gold.
Vicious rocked back on her heels, a look of pure triumph on her face as she deliberately licked her lips. “Well, if it’s any consolation, you still taste the same, too.”
Without a wordI tugged her back into my lap and buried my face in her neck, wishing she was in dry clothes, that I’d never gone to France in the first place, that I’d killed Ravok a thousand years ago instead of locking him in his coffin.
Wishing my soul wasn’t trickling away by the minute, like sand in an hourglass
Brendan was clever and experienced in breaking all different sorts of bonds, but he’d never attempted anything like this. No one had, not witch or vampire or mage, becauseno one on this earth had ever tried to put a god back into his box.
I trusted Brendan, but I needed insurance.
I had to know—without any doubt—by the end of today, Evie would no longer be shackled to me.We shouldn’t have done that, I finally said.
If you only knew all the things I want to do with you…except I’m not sure you’d fit, honestly. Do you feel better?Her hand glided down my chest, until her palm rested over my heart, that oddly familiar tug a painful reminder I had to let her go.
That was a reminder I don’t make idle promises, Malachi, and I won’t change my mind. We’re in this together. No matter if Brendan can’t reverse this, no matter if the world is really ending. I’m not leaving you.
