Page 18 of Malachi
Sharp teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh of my lips, tugging and pulling until I gasped. Deep in my core, an aching began, making my thighs clench and my legs tremble as he sucked my lower lip between his, his sharp teeth pressing into it like he was biting a ripe peach.
“Little bird,” he growled, releasing my lip as his hands gripped me ever tighter.
“Malachi,” I whimpered. The firm strength of his muscular thigh slid between my legs, adding yet another anchoring point between me and the tree behind me, pressing up against my most private place. The aching that had begun intensified tenfold as he ground against me.
“You infuriate me,” he growled against my lips. I couldn’t utter a single response before his lips claimed mine again. His hands were everywhere all at once, touching me, feeling me, almost as though he were claiming me through touch alone.
“Malachi, I —”
“Enough talking,” he muttered, his lips moving down my neck, his teeth scraping. His hands fisted in the fabric of my dress at my waist, pulling the material up roughly. He kissed my skin, down my collar bone and lower to the faint cleavage at the neckline of my dress.
He struggled to pull my dress up, growling with frustration before he gave up, his hands dropping the material and running roughly up the front of my body. He pulled back, parting our lips just far enough for me to see into his dark brown eyes. There was a fire in him I had never seen before, had never seen in anyone before in my life. It was like he was made of the very earth himself. Full of the vibrancy and life of the dark nature that surrounded us.
His hands fisted in the neckline of my dress. I looked up at him, my breaths coming in heavy pants, the thrill of his every touch running through me like electricity. With a growl of either frustration or arousal — I didn’t know which — Malachi pulled, ripping my dress down the middle and baring my body to the dark of night.
“Oh!” I gasped, my eyes widening at the look of sheer lust that burned in his eyes like fire. His hand moved down the length of my body as his lips stole mine once more. His fingertips slid into the waistline of my panties, finding my core soaked and throbbing beneath the thin fabric.
“Christ, you’re wet,” he growled against my lips. I reached forward, yearning for the taste of him again, but he held me tightly against the tree. His fingers slid between my folds, finding my opening and teasing with quick paced fingertips. I muttered a strained sound as he slid a finger inside of me, his lips roughly pushing against mine. His teeth nipped and pulled, sucking my lower lip into his mouth. My heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Even so, I could not find it within me to want to stop. I wanted more. I wanted to know.
His touch left me as I whimpered at the loss of his rough caress. He fumbled for a moment in the dark and I took the opportunity to lunge forward, anxious and needy to kiss him again. With one firm hand to my chest, he pushed me back against the tree, leaving me breathless and wanting.
“Stay,” he growled, fumbling with his other hand at his pants. Within seconds, he was on me again, his lips ravaging me, stealing the very breath from my lungs. This time I wasn’t left feeling unsure and surprised, however. I kissed him back with everything I felt, letting my emotions take over, letting my body take over. The rumbling response from his chest was all the motivation and acceptance I needed.
I kissed him with a passion I didn’t know I possessed, not in this way, at any rate. The rough bark of the tree trunk dug against my skin as his hands gripped my thighs, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Hold on tight,” he ground out against my lips. My hands flew around his neck, holding on to his strong shoulders as I felt the tip of his erection pressing against my opening. The head of him slid against my slick folds, easing his way as he pushed inside of me.
The stretch was as unbearable as it was irrevocable. It was pleasure and pain and everything I never knew I could need. His girth stretched me open, the motion of his hips making me tingle and writhe in his arms, the pleasure outweighing any pain. The rough flannel of his shirt rubbed roughly against my nipples, the thin material of my bra barely softening the feel of it.
He shifted me in his arms, pulling my legs up higher against his waist and changing the angle of his thrusts. I gasped loudly, my head thrown back against the tree as he hit something inside of me that shot pleasure through me. It was beyond anything I could imagine.
His fingers dug into my thighs painfully, but it only heightened the sensations sparking between us.
Faster and faster he thrust, my head tilted back as his lips and teeth assaulted the long line of my neck, surely leaving marks in his wake. On each thrust, he pulled me in by my hips, making our hips grind together and providing the most delicious friction imaginable. I was so close — so close to something I could not name. An unknown destination that was just out of reach tingled, sparking out from where we were connected and holding me captive with the promise of something more, something deeper, something incredible.
I felt his hips rut against me, the sounds emanating from his lips more animalistic than human. Then suddenly — it was there. I felt my entire body clench with an untold force, launching me into a quaking tangle of limbs as I clung to him.
“Malachi!” I screamed into the dense timber, the sound mingling with the creatures of the night. For I was one of them now, too. His teeth scraped against my skin as his hips quickened, and he, too, screamed along with me. His teeth dug in, biting me and making my climax explode even further than when it had begun.
I felt tears prick along the corners of my eyes as my lips spread into a grin of utter joy and bliss. His hands held me tightly to him as we both panted with labored breaths. I was exhausted. I was elated. And I was utterly changed for all eternity, here in his arms.
I felt his mood shift, as sharp and as brutal as the harsh light of day after the softness of the night’s moon faded. He released me to the ground slowly, with more gentleness than I had expected.
He righted his own clothing, and I found myself shivering, realizing that there was no real way to fix my clothing. My dress hung from my shoulders in torn tatters. My panties still covered my sex, though not very well after he had shoved them aside to make way for himself. I was wet, his seed dripping from my nether lips and dampening my thighs with a slightly unpleasant squish.
I awkwardly pulled the tattered sides of my dress around me, wrapping myself in some semblance of modesty. I wanted to say something, anything, but no words came to me.
Suddenly, he pulled me to him, lifting me into his arms and making his way across the underbrush of the forest towards the house.
“Malachi —” I began, but he quickly stopped my words.
“Not now.” It wasn’t a request for me to stop speaking. It was a command, blatant and unyielding. For once in the short time of our marriage, I listened.
CHAPTER6
MALACHI
I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up.
