Page 60 of Fated In Forever
Come here. Let me hold you, Evangeline.
I nestled against his strong chest, powerfully muscled arms folding around me like walls, his skin as warm as asummer day, strong enough to keep away the shadows, and all my fears.
And he would continue to protect me, like he always had. Because Malachi had always been there, hadn’t he? Watching over me with the same steadiness I saw from him now that he’d dropped his mask and let me see who he really was. My eyes slipped closed before I could stop them, and the world disappeared.
When I woke, I didn’t know what time it was, or even what day, only that I was still safe and warm, still wrapped up in him, and my blood heated, panic bubbling to the surface, too fast for me to stop.
I’d left everything I knew behind.
Blake and Riordan, my life, my sister, my world.
But then I closed my eyes and filled my lungs with the spicy, musky scent of the male in bed beside me. The one who had always watched over me, and knew I’d made the right choice. Even if I hadn’t saved him…I was glad I was here.
I’m glad, too.
Malachi’s voice in my head was sleep-rough, his eyes lidded and heavy, a lazy smile tugging up one corner of his mouth.I thought you’d sleep forever, little slayer. But now that you’re awake…
He grew hard against my hip, that smirk growing wider as he rolled me beneath him, careful not to crush me, a haze of shadows slipping over me like cool air, the barest featherlight tickle of movement that left me…
Where are my clothes, Malachi?
Safe. I figured magic was safer than talons, since you didn’t seem to bring a change of clothing along. They stank of brimstone, anyway.That arrogant smirk turned wicked, his tongue flicking out to trace a lazy path up my throat.
Now…where was I?
That much needed contact—warm, wet, tracing along my pulsing vein with deadly precision—filled my body with roaring heat, stole all the air from my lungs, wiped away all rational thought, all my worries.
All I wanted was him, all I wanted wasthis.
All my darkest fantasies tangled around inside my head, turning into a pounding, insatiable need. He handled me so carefully, oversized hands sliding along my body, exploring and kneading, pausing to brush the underside of my breast before his mouth closed over my nipple, tongue lashing back and forth across the sensitive tip.
Yes, this was what I’d been dreaming of, a total and complete claiming of my bodyand I arched up into his mouth, his hand sliding between us, fingers gently nudging my thighs apart. Malachi groaned—a rumble in his chest that was almost a purr—when his fingers slid through my wet pussy, slick from anticipation as he explored every secret part of me with expert thoroughness.
Pleasure radiated through me in thumping, lazy waves, every brush of his fingers sending a fresh flush of heat through my veins, more wetness gushing over his fingers. Shadows skimmed softly over my heated skin, leaving a chill behind, my head spinning from overload.
Too many sensations, too much need, all this fire arcing between us.
You are so fucking wet. You are all I can smell. I want to eat you alive. His chest expanded, that purr deepening.But I have this insatiable need to be inside you, though I’m not sure I’ll fit, Vicious.
God yes.I angled my hips, so fucking empty all of a sudden, aching to be filled. By his finger, his tongue, his cock…something.
I’ve got you, Vicious. Hang on, I’ll give you everything you need.
His lips found my throat again, those long fangs dragging down my thumping vein, my body melting to liquid. One finger plunged inside, so careful and slow I held my breath. I couldn’t feel anything sharp, only that big, blunt finger, pushing in deeper, thumb brushing over my clit in tandem with every inch he gained.
Retractable talons. Come in handy.
I’ll say they do.I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him down over me, until I felt the weight of his powerful body against mine, the sinuous curve of muscle and bone that was so foreign, yet so familiar. My hips bucked as he worked his finger in and out, plunging in so fucking deep I whined.More. More, Malachi, faster.
I wanted Malachi—Orcus—to consume me, to devour me so completely, I didn’t know where I ended and he began. I already felt that fragile chain connecting us, but I wanted to feel that everywhere, down to the very deepest part of me.
I want you inside me.I moved against him in a wave, trying to touch every part of him at the same time.I want you to fill me up, Malachi. Please.
You’re too tight for me.He pushed his finger in deeper, his frustration palpable, but his slow invasion of my body never ceasing.I’ll never fit. But my tongue…I can do the most wicked things with my tongue.
I growled, low and mean, a sound of need that was nothing short of animalistic.
I need more than your tongue, Malachi, I need you.I thrashed beneath him, whipping my head from side to side.
