Page 26 of Malachi
She resisted, her muscles tensing as she tried to thwart my guidance. Itskedat her, not that she could hear me with the sound of the wind howling around us. The storm was growing strong, as was the passion between the two of us.
I saw the slightest bit of hesitation cross her pretty features. I was doing this all wrong. We should have talked. We should have discussed things. Fuck! I should have been honest with her.
“Little bird,” I began, letting my own features soften.
“Show me,” she whispered, looking up at me with wide eyes full of honesty. She was being real with me, showing me herself with no filter, with no hesitation.
“Fight back,” I muttered through clenched teeth. I squeezed my hands around her upper arms, just a little more, and she did the same with her nails, letting them dig into my skin anew.
“Fight me,” I encouraged her, letting my eyes narrow again. Her eyes widened and then a glint of mischief shined in their sapphire depths. Before I could think to ask her anything at all, she slipped under my arm, bolting off to my right. I looked at her, mouth agape, before grinning.
“Oh, you will regret that, little bird,” I called after her, my feet already pushing off as the chase began again. She didn’t make it ten steps before I tackled her, both of us landing in the mud below us.
“Malachi!” she gasped as I pushed her down into the ground, her face pressed against the wet grassy brush.
“Malachi isn’t here right now, little bird,” I chuckled against the back of her neck, my lips finding her musky skin. I felt more than heard her quick intake of air.
“Beast,” she groaned, and fuck me twice, her pert little ass pushed up against my groin in a way that she should not have known how to do.
I growled against the nape of her neck, kissing and licking along her skin as I pressed my cock into the softness of her ass, meeting her slow gyrations with ones of my own. My teeth scraped against her skin. I wasn’t sure how she’d react, but she groaned low and deep, spurring me on further.
My hands moved over her body, down her arms, when she began to fight me. It wasn’t much in the way of fighting, but it was hot as fuck, nonetheless. I trapped her beneath me, holding her tightly against the ground as I ground my cock against her, whispering in her ear.
“You can’t escape me, little bird, but something tells me you don’t really want to, do you? No, no you don’t. You want to be trapped beneath me. You want to feel my teeth, my hands, my cock,” I purred. Her ass bucked against my length. I couldn’t help it. I needed to see her.
I flipped her over beneath me, taking in her narrowed eyes, dilated pupils, and heaving breasts as I once again held her tight to the ground, trapped beneath me.
“Tell the truth now, little bird. You want this, don’t you?” I teased, letting my breath fan over her lips, holding myself back from kissing her by sheer willpower alone.
She nodded her head, gulping audibly — or it would have been audible had it not been for the storm raging around us. I nipped at her lip, biting it sharply as she cried out. The sound made my cock swell, making my jeans that much more uncomfortable.
“You wanted the Beast, little bird?” I teased, watching as she nodded in the affirmative again. “Then the Beast you will get,” I growled. My hands moved up her body, releasing her arms as I grasped the fabric of her now see through nightdress right at the neckline. I ripped it violently as I growled, the sound joining the thundering storm above us, creating the most primal and hedonistic of harmonies.
Her breasts, small and firm, were so goddamn inviting, her pert little nipples hard in the cool wet of the rain. My hands released her, my eyes taking in the sinful sight of her.
It was during my distraction that she pounced, pushing against me. She caught me unaware, and combined with the wet earth below us, she got me, flipping us over until she straddled me.
I looked up at her in stunned surprise. The little slip of a thing had gottenme?She had flippedmeover? You’ve got to be kidding me!
Her hands held my biceps, mirroring the position I had just held her with, though her tiny hands could not hold me down in any real way. I let her have the moment, watching with bated breath to see what she would do.
The little minx narrowed her eyes at me, growling low in her throat.
That’s my little spitfire.
My chest filled with pride, my cock twitching below her heated core. Her nails dug in, scratching over my arms as she held me down with all her might.
I let her have her moment for just a few seconds, enjoying her playfulness as she kissed at my lips lightly, nipping as I had done to her. She was mimicking what I had shown her, and fuck me, it was hot.
Her lips moved down my neck and onto my chest. She didn’t care one fucking bit about the hair that curled there as she kissed, nipped, and licked along my skin above the neckline of my V-neck shirt.
I felt her hesitate for only a moment before she released my arms, grabbing onto the neckline of my shirt, just as I had done to her. Her eyes met mine with the tiniest bit of trepidation.
Oh, little bird, how you’re learning.
I nodded my head, giving her the encouragement she needed. With a deep breath, she pulled with all her might —
And nothing happened.
