Page 48 of Sweet Vengeance

Tears spilled down her cheeks when he was finally fully inside her.

“Oh my God,” she said, her thighs shaking. She felt like she could feel him in her throat. “Oh my God.”

Malachi was biting his lower lip, eyes hooded, his hands digging so hard into her flesh she knew she’d have bruises.Good.

She balanced both her hands on his chest and began to move, her cuntgliding so easilyalonghis length that Malachi’s eyes rolled back. His mouth fell open, and she could see the physical strain in his muscles, in his clenched, trembling thighs as he fought the urge to thrust into her.

It filled her with indescribable power. She leaned back a little, cupping her tits and pinching her nipples as she rocked even slower, dragging a tortured growl from his throat, his head falling back into the pillows, his wings flaring wide on the mattress underneath him.

Eventually, even that slow ride was torture for her, and she began to speed up. She had to close her eyes now, nearly drooling as she rolled her hips back and forth, angling herself so his dick was grinding over the sensitive spot inside her. Stars burst behind her eyelids, and pleasure like nothing she’d ever felt overcame her senses.

“Fuck, my sweet, murderous Joy.” Malachi sounded frantic. “Let me make you come.”

Joy’s pussy clenched eagerly.

“Ask nicely,” she panted.

“Please,” Malachi said immediately. “Please, let me make you come.”

It was like a hair trigger. Joy’s pussy seized up. She stiffened, squeezing her tits, sobbing as she spasmed around him so hard he was forced out of her while she squirted all over his hips and thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, Malachi,” she sobbed, dropping her hands onto his chest, her thighs quaking, pussy spasming.

“Joy.” Malachi was arching underneath her, his dick jerking and weeping, his expression twisted into one of pleasurable agony, like her orgasm was his own.

She’d barely come down from it when she grabbed his length and angled it against her cunt, once again sinking down. The glide of it was so easy it was practically sinful, her cunt stretched to fit him like a glove.

Malachi let out a strangled shout and snapped his hips up. He squeezed desperately at her hips. “Fuck, sorry.Sorry.”

Heat flooded her. “Youcan—Malachi—fuckme—you can fuck me—”

“Al-fucking-mighty.” He adjusted his grip, digging his heels into the mattress. He lifted her slightly so she had more balance on her knees, then he began to fuck her.

Joy’s nails dug into his chest as she took his frantic pounding with harsh cries, his hips slapping wildly into the backs of her thighs.

“Yes,” she cried. “Fuck. Jesus bloody fucking Christ. Yes, yes, yes, yes—”

His thrusts soon turned sloppy, uncoordinated, and he slid his tail between their bodies to her clit. A few rough strokes against her swollen flesh and she was gone.

He grunted and abruptly stopped moving, holding her down so she was forced to come on his dick, gushing and clenching all over him, while she was sure she could feel her brain leaking out of her ears.

“Tell me I can come,” Malachirasped urgently, voice thick. “I’m—can I—please, Joy, can I—?”

Joy had barely gasped out, “yes,” when he roughly snapped his hips up once, twice, stiffening with a bitten-off shout as he finally came, ruttingandpumpinghis load into her. Feeling him spasming inside her—filling her up—seemed to drag her orgasm out, until she felt like she would pass out from the intensity.

She collapsed onto his chest when she was back to earth, feeling like she’d been turned completely inside out.

Malachi didn’t think he was in this plane of reality anymore. Surely his soul had left his body and was drifting above the heavens? Joy lay limp and heavy on his chest, her breaths and heartbeat calming slowly.

Her suspicious little sniff brought him crashing back down to earth. He gathered her close, wincing as his soft dick slipped out of her.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked urgently, nosing at her cheek, though he couldn’t really smell any sadness, just her pleasure and happiness.

“It’s nothing—I’m just. I just realised I’m so fucking happy,” she confessed, tilting her face to stare up at him. He hated the tears that filled her eyes, but he loved the way she smelled right now. He slid his thumbsalong the bottom ofherlowerlids, wiping them away. “It just hit me again that he’s really gone. I had a crush on him, you know?” For a brief moment, Malachi saw absolute red. “I thought—I had a plan—I was going to make friends, and I thought about dating, and he was so nice and funny at work—” She cut herself off, sniffing. Malachi’s hand was cupping her cheek. He remained silent, letting her collect herself. “It felt worse in the aftermath, like—how could I have ever—? And how could I tell anyone? He’d just—I knew he would—”

“Joy,” Malachi began.

“I know, I know. It took me some time, but I know. I didn’t do anything wrong.Hedid. But now he’s fuckingdead. God, I-I feel so fucking relieved.” She laughed, the sound maniacal. “Does that make me a bad person?”

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