Page 81 of Wild Flame

Waves of emotion crashed over me, stealing my breath as I gasped his name again. Every inch of him filled me, stretching the moment into something raw and consuming, until I was lost to it.

He pulled back, and I moaned at the loss of his skin against mine. But he only meant to brace his hands on either side of my head, his tattooed arms like two pillars of muscle as he leaned down.

Our gazes met. The dark depths of his eyes matched the stars overhead, though they were anything but remote. His dark hair fell into his eyes and that spectacular chest was on full display as his stomach muscles flexed with each driving thrust inside me.

My back arched and my toes curled.

“Yes, siren. I want to feel you shatter around me,” he demanded.

I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t think. Then, all at once, everything inside me contracted and a wave of ecstasy drowned me.

I heard him curse above me, and I barely had time to process the thundering pleasure racking me before I was being lifted and moved. I opened my eyes to find Malik had arranged us so I was now sitting astride him in the center of the bed, my chest pressed to his and him still hard inside me.

I sucked in a breath at the new sensations this position evoked, still sensitive after what I had just experienced.

I released a shuddering breath as his hips began to rock slowly upwards. His hands brushed back the sweat dampened hair from my face. “One more, siren,” he commanded. His breath was hot on my face before he kissed me. He worked me up slowly, my arms resting on his shoulders and tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss and began to rotate his hips in a motion that made a bolt of something hot and needy pass through me.

“I want to possess every part of you.” He breathed the declaration, biting down on my lower lip. The growl in his voice and the look on his face were so carnal, every nerve in my body pulsed in answer.

His hands gripped my hips, using them to pull me down onto his length.

“So deep,” I whined, my knees shaking. That pulsing ache was building inside me again, but this time I thought it might consume me entirely. And when it finally did, Malik joined me, bellowing his release to the stars as I felt a warm pulse of heat inside me.

When the pleasure finally abated, phantom shocks still pulsing through me. I opened my eyes to find I was lying backon the bed once more with Malik smiling down at the mess he’d made of me.

“Welcome back,isholet.”

I would have smacked the smug male satisfaction off his face, but my body felt too relaxed and languid at the moment to even consider moving. “You seem very pleased with yourself,” I griped.

Chuckling, he softly kissed my swollen lips. “Should I not be? With my lush little wife soft and sated in my bed?”

Lethargy pulled at my limbs and body, beckoning me to sleep. “Such an arrogant dragon,” I murmured.

That dark chuckle again, fingers tracing lightly over my closed eyelids. “A dragon, am I?”

“Hmm . . . my dragon,” I yawned before giving in to the pull of happy oblivion.

Chapter Thirty

Afeatherlight touch over my bare skin had me rising to consciousness the next morning. I fought back a smile as I thought back on the previous night. After Malik had ravished me so thoroughly under the stars, he had been very attentive. Wrapping me in his own tunic to spare my modesty, and then refusing to hear my protests as he carried me back down to our rooms and then cleaned me up before settling me in the bed beside him until I fell asleep again.

Now warm fingers skimmed along the side of my breast and down over my flat belly. A soft, pleased sound escaped my throat as I opened my eyes. I lay sprawled on my back with my top half exposed and the blankets bunched low around my waist.

Malik lay alongside me, also half in the blankets, but propped up on an elbow and staring down at me with a contented smile.

“Good morning, husband,” I greeted.

His smile widened. “Good morning, wife.”

I stretched like a cat under his ministrations, and this time, I let the smile break fully across my face as I did.

His hand paused and moved up to trace along my lips. “I love seeing you like this,” he murmured as he played with my now somewhat tangled hair. “Soft and unburdened.”

“I do feel particularly relaxed this morning,” I admitted. Then, deciding to test out this new tentative bond between us, I ventured further. “I had no idea my body was even capable of something like that.”

He regarded me with a soft expression as the humor faded slightly and he spoke. “If you liked that little siren, then you will love what more I have to show you.”

“More?” I asked with a mix of question and anticipation in my tone.

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