Page 38 of Malachi
“Then have me. Take me,” I urged him. His breath shuddered against my lips, our eyes locked on one another. A thought came to me, and I ran with it. “Claim me.”
I saw his pupils dilate further, his eyes widening at my words for only an instant before he growled so loudly it rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my breasts as we both struggled to breathe.
“Mine,” he roared as his hands scrabbled at the sleep pants I wore, pulling them down as I unwrapped my legs, nearly falling to the ground as we fumbled wildly with our clothes.
He yanked my pants off hastily, and my hands fiddled with his jeans as I tugged them down his hips. My pants and panties hung off of one ankle as he pulled me up once again, my legs immediately wrapping around his waist. His length rubbed against my core, sliding easily through my folds as my arousal coated his hardness.
Our hips ground against each other until he was nestled at my entrance, then he slammed himself to the hilt inside of me with one violent thrust.
“Oh, God!” I cried out, my eyes closing tightly shut, my fingers tugging at his hair as I stretched around him painfully. A sweet pain that only heightened my already burning arousal.
“You infuriate me,” he growled, his lips sucking at the skin of my collarbone as he thrust into me over and over again like an animal.
“You drive me crazy,” I groaned, my nails digging into the back of his neck as I held on for dear life.
“You can do better than that,” he chuckled against my skin, his teeth grazing over my pulse point, making me hiss in response.
“What do you mean?” I moaned. He tilted my hips, hitting a spot inside me that made me gasp and clench around him.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“Say what?” I muttered, my mind struggling to follow what he meant as pleasure filled me.
“Say what you really want to say,” he urged, his teeth sinking into the skin of my shoulder.
“Oh, fu…” I muttered, holding back from the curse word I had heard him utter time and time again. The word he had made me say the last time he took me.
“Say it,” he growled, the sound vibrating against my skin as his tongue licked against the bite mark he had left on my shoulder. I shuddered, the skin he had bit feeling ten times more sensitive to his touch in the aftermath of his pain.
I hesitated for only a moment as his teeth bit into me again, just next to his previous mark. “Fuck,” I whispered, low and quiet.
“Again,” he purred, thrusting into me harder, his hips circling slower, somehow more gentle and more intense at the same time.
“Fuck,” I groaned, low and deep, as his teeth bit and nipped at my skin. My head fell back, colliding with the wall behind me with a thud. He thrust into me hard at the curse, groaning and vibrating my skin as his tongue swirled and teased me.
“Yes,” he hissed against my skin, his hands moving down to my hips, wrapping around to my ass and pulling me into him harder. The tingling of an oncoming orgasm played at my clit. My nails dug into his back. I needed him. I needed him like I needed air in my lungs.
“You can do better than that,” I teased him with his own words, wanting him to release all inhibition, wanting him wild.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hands lifting me, pulling me away from the wall as he held me, lifting me up and down as he thrust. “Bounce for me, little bird,” he growled into my ear, helping to show me the motions as he moved my hips.
He walked us into an empty stall, kneeling carefully as he laid me back against the clean straw. I lifted myself, bouncing on his length and grinding against him as I searched desperately for that climax that lingered just out of reach.
His hand roughly pulled mine from behind his neck, forcing them down onto the straw and holding me there firmly. He thrust into me, our bodies just far enough apart that each thrust brushed my nipples against his chest, titillating me and torturing me further into pleasure filled oblivion.
“Pull your knees up,” he commanded, his teeth biting at the tips of my breasts one at a time as he thrust. I obeyed, pulling my knees back as he hit that spot inside me again and again with unerring accuracy. My legs trembled, my hands fighting at the way he held me down as he ravaged me.
“That’s it, little bird. Fight me,” he praised, looking down at me with wild glee shimmering in his dark brown eyes. I considered his words, then did exactly that. I fought him. Pushing and moving from side to side, I tried to push him from me, but he held me down firm. My slight frame was no match for his incredible strength..
“Is that the best you can do?” he teased, chuckling loudly.
With a seething glare, I growled. I fought. I bit at his lips as he tried to kiss me. And all the while, he thrust into me, making me want to arch into him and take every bit he gave until I exploded into bliss.
“That’s it, little bird. Fight with all your might while I hold you down and take you. While Iclaimyou,” he growled, a wicked smile plastered on his handsome face. He shoved my arms above my head, holding my wrists in his one-handed grip as his other hand moved down my body roughly. He pinched and plucked his way down my tender skin until his thumb touched my clit, strumming me into a frenzy.
“It’s right there, isn’t it? That orgasm you crave?” He was toying with me, and Lord have mercy, I was gluttonous for it. I craved this side of him so much. My eyes screwed shut tightly as I nodded, my hips arching up into his thrusts in search of blessed release.
“Not yet, little bird. Not yet,” he teased. His fingers played over my clit with masterful precision.
