Page 80 of Malcolm

He added another finger to reward her and started driving his fingers inside. Moving them clockwise every three thrusts. Eliza's hips followed his fingers as he shifted higher. Her hands grabbed his forearms.

“Ah, ah, Malcolm,” Eliza's lips parted as her back stiffened from another orgasm.

“I’m right here. I’ve got you; you’re doing so good. You’re such a good little mate.”

Gaze blissed out; Eliza grabbed his wrist as she slowly breathed out.

Malcolm refused to let her up for air. “Give me one more. I know you can.”

Once more, he started playing with her, his finger already held tightly by her sopping-wet pussy, jaw Tightening. He started pumping his fingers inside her. “Come, give me everything, baby. Don’t hide anything from me. I need you to satiate me with your cries of pleasure. Feed me everything; don’t you dare hide anything from me.”

Soon, Malcolm’s body was aligned with hers, so his one hand continued driving into her; with his other hand, he dug hisfingers into her hair. Tone turning cruel, he ordered. “Look at me, Eliza.”

Struggling, he watched her with an abnormal focus until her eyes opened. When they did, he leaned down and shamelessly whispered. “That’s right, we’re one. You’re not only my good girl but also my mate and my soul. Mine, if you run from me, I’ll capture you and pleasure you till you’ll never think about leaving again.”

A sick smile came to his lips as he stared into her daze gaze. “But something tells me you’re not listening to me.”

Displeased, he increased the pace and force. “Come for me, love.”

Completely gone, Eliza's jaw dropped as her entire became taut as she wailed as her third orgasm ripped through her, but Malcolm swept, capturing even her pleasured noises.

Malcolm offered her gentle pecks as he drew back. He withdrew his fingers from inside her and sucked them, delving his tongue between them. When he finished, he leaned down and kissed her. He wanted her to taste what he did; she was delicious.

Their kiss broke, leaving a trail of saliva on their lips.

“You make me so happy, love.”

Maneuvering between his long legs, he picked them up and spread them so her shiny brown pussy lips were exposed to him under the moonlight.

His eyes flickered between green and amber as he stared down at her. She was his prey laid out for his consumption. He’d chased her down, and now she was submissive and ready to be claimed.

“Tell me,” he commanded, his voice rough and hard. “Tell me you want me.” He lined his dick with her entrance.

Eliza’s mind was barely able to catch his words; she was dizzy from having orgasmed three times. “I-I’m yours—agh.”

Her eyes widened in surprise at how swiftly he’d entered her. Stretching her to the hilt till she felt both bliss and pain, his hands held her hips tightly so she couldn’t pull back. Her eyes rolled back; she could feel him inside her throbbing. The heat of his body where they were connected had released breathless pants for hair.

Even as she reached for him, she didn’t know if she was attempting to push him away or pull him closer.

Malcolm threw his head back and howled.

He pulled his hip back and thrust forward, her body jolted. He pulled back once more and pounded in. Her body sucked him in like a glove; he released a raspy breath.

Fucking had never felt so good.

“Mine.”

Malcolm leaned forward, placing two hands on either side of her head, and barely giving her time to breathe, he grounded her. Her body was his to fuck, his to own.

Eliza grabbed his wrist as he impaled her into the ground.

Her body barely had time to recover as she felt herself coating him once more as another orgasm rolled through her.

“Agh, Malc, Malcolm—I can’t, I can’t—” She wailed, but she didn’t want him to stop; she locked her legs around his hips and took his every punishing thrust. His glowing yellow eyes were intense, and his curses filled her ears.

“You can,” he viciously snapped.

This was claiming.

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