Page 89 of Beyond the Horizon

Thirty-Two

Malakai

I’m notsure who moves first, but one minute I’m on the opposite side of the table and the next Connie’s crushed against my chest, our mouths clashing in a hungry kiss that annihilates any kind of self-control.

Instinct kicks in and a feral hunger claws at us both as we tear each other’s clothes off. They fall to the floor, discarded in seconds, destroyed by our need, incinerated by our lust.

Her lush body presses against mine, heat radiating from every inch of skin as she moans into my mouth, her tongue circling and lapping at my own. In response, my cock jerks painfully against her stomach, wanting entry into her wet heat, needing the release that’s been almost two years in the making. There have been so many hours spent fantasising about all the things I would do to Connie if I ever gave into my base desires. All those lonely nights I’ve spent on Princess dreaming of her in my arms, wanting her with an ache so deep, so painful, that not even the cool ocean was able to soothe. But no matter how many times I’ve pushed her away, I’ve been pulled back to her. I’d fought it. Fought the feelings within me, but this invisible, unexplainable force brought me back to her…

My Little Siren.

“Malakai,” she whimpers, her arms and legs wrapping around me as I haul her up into my arms. My fingers tangle in her hair as I grasp fistfuls, tugging on her head, and gently forcing it backwards so that I can kiss and suck at her neck. My teeth graze the delicate pulse thrumming beneath her skin. It thumps in time with the blood throbbing in my cock.

Neither of us are immune to the dangerous attraction we have for one another. It’s been simmering, bubbling, boiling for so long now. But the guilt I’ve carried with me for being attracted to my best friends’ daughter is long gone. So too is the struggle I’ve battled with regarding our age difference, so insignificant now given what we face. My own self-disgust over the kind of man I am, and the things I’ve done, have also been forced away by this invisible power that no longer sparks but incinerates.

There was nothing we could’ve done to prevent this inevitability.

One way or the other this was always going to happen. Though I’m well aware that this kind of energy comes at a price. A costly one. Connie believes that the price we’ll have to pay is my death, and I believe it will be hers. Either way, the outcome will hurt both of us in unfathomable, unthinkable ways. All I know is that I’m willing to do this to save her. I don’t care about myself. I’ve done too many despicable things to ever hope for any more than this one, painfully beautiful moment together.

Connie’s kisses rain down over my face, making me feel adored in a way I’ve never felt before. Sex has always been enjoyable, but never anything more intimate than that. No one has touched me in the way Connie has, and I don’t just mean physically.

“Please, Malakai,” she whimpers, her wet heat rubbing against the hard plains of my stomach. It’s all I can do not bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her until we both go blind.

“Bed,” I grind out, not wanting to fuck her in the kitchen where shards of glass glitter in the overhead light. We make it a few fumbling steps down the hallway before I stumble, my legs barely able to hold me upright, not because she’s heavy, but because she makes my knees weak. She slides from my hold, drawing out a long kiss before taking my hand in hers.

“Come,” she says, and I follow.

It takes everything in me not to take her on the stairs, her perfect arse, rounded hips and long legs tormenting me with every step she takes upwards. Her long, dark hair kisses the top of her arse, swishing provocatively in time with the sway of her hips, forcing my dick to grow impossibly bigger. I’m in agony.

Fucking agony for her. My Little Siren.Mine.

When she reaches the top of the stairs and smiles down at me with such love in her eyes, I’m almost rendered to my knees.

Goddamn this girl. This beautiful, dangerous, girl.

“Which room?” she asks, her tremulous voice the only sign that she’s just as affected by me as I am by her. I don’t answer, instead I leap up the last two steps and sweep her into my arms, her surprised laughter a balm to my aching heart. Outwardly, I’m still holding back, not allowing my face to show one ounce of feeling, but when she looks in my eyes, I feel naked. She strips me back to my very barest form. She sees me in a way no other person ever has, or ever will.

Kicking my bedroom door closed behind me, I lay her down in the centre of the bed, brushing away tendrils of hair off her face. She lays beneath me, looking up, a sweet blush covering her cheeks and reddening her lips. For a moment, I just stare at her, my knees resting between her parted legs, my hands pressed into the soft duvet either side of her head. At this moment I’m caught between the deep desire to bury myself within her and wanting her reassurances that she will leave just like she promised me she would.

“If the wind changes, you’ll stay like that,” she says, a gentle smile pulling up her lips as she pushes up onto her elbows and kisses away the frown that seems to be permanently fixed on my face whenever she’s around.

“Lie down, Connie,” I order, my voice deep, rumbling. She obeys.

My fingers move gently over her skin as I trace her rib cage up one side then down the other. Her breathing halts as my hand lowers, my fingertips circling her belly button then slowly moves lower. She’s so soft, so goddamn soft. Her breath stills, as she watches me.

“Breathe, Little Siren,” I remind her, even though my own breaths are stuck in my chest.

I let out a ragged, lust-fuelled groan as my fingers feather along her lower stomach. I rest the flat of my palm just below her belly button, my fingers sliding a few inches lower. Leaning over, I press a hot kiss just below Connie’s ear, breathing in deep, as my teeth scrape along the shell of her ear.

“I took advantage of you that morning on the beach. I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t. I wanted your touch. Craved it. I still do…” she reassures me, placing her hand over mine, urging it lower.

“I watched over you whilst you slept,” I admit, capturing her fingers and holding them still. “That night when you went on a date with Abel, I followed you home. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“So you saw…” Her pulse beats faster as I press my mouth against it.

“I saw that little bastard kiss you, Connie. I’m not going to lie, I wanted to fucking kill him then, even before I knew the kind of man he was,” I say, my lips resting over the corner of her mouth now.

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