Page 53 of Malachi
I let out a growl of my own as I dug my nails in deeper, using my legs to kick at his lower body.
“Get. Off. Of. Me,” I seethed, allowing all the anger I had felt earlier to rise to the surface. I took it out on him, and he just took it. At least, at first.
I shifted my hips back and forth, working my way upwards on the ground until I was able to free my legs just far enough to get one good kick in. Straight to his groin.
“Jesus, fuck!” he groaned. I quickly took my chance, crawling out from under him as best I could until I could roll over, get to my feet and race forward.
“You can run, Little Bird, but Iwillfind you,” he promised in sinister warning.
I made it to the same bush I had hid in before, deciding whether to keep running or to hide. Last time, he had found me with ease. With my mind made up, I raced forward, towards the open meadow. I quickly dodged in and out of the treeline, working my way around the edge of the glen until I felt at a safe distance from him. I peered around a tree, watching, waiting for him to appear.
But he never did.
My heart thundered wildly as I listened for him, noting every sound around me.
A sharp snap of something behind me had me spinning around to face him.
His face was the picture of anger and rage and all things dark and sinister. It should have frightened me. But all I wanted to do was leap into his arms, wrap my legs around his body and feel him bury himself inside of my heat until we both died of pure and sinful pleasure.
“Mine,” he growled, his hands fisting in the fabric of my dress and shoving me past the treeline into the meadow beyond. I tripped, falling flat on my backside with a thud. I tried to get to my feet, pushing my way backwards as he followed me to the ground. Not on top of me, but on all fours.
It was animalistic. It was pure hedonism as he stalked me. I mirrored his position, letting the instincts rise inside of me without guilt, shame, or trepidation. I faced him, my fingers digging into the damp ground below me, feeling the slightly slippery grass slip between my bare toes as I found my foothold.
I bared my teeth, hissing out a guttural growling noise as I faced him.
His eyes widened as a smirk crossed his face, and he leaped forward.
His hand grabbed at me. We crashed together, a clashing force of grabbing hands, scraping nails, and hissing growls.
We fought. We played.
I pushed him to his back, knowing full well that he allowed the action, but not caring. I had the upper hand. My hands tore at his shirt. I groaned at the sound of the fabric ripping as I pulled and stretched until it shredded beneath my fingers. I let out an ungodly howl into the open air before leaning down, sinking my teeth into the skin of his chest, just below his collarbone.
I don’t know what had come over me, but it was right. It was raw. It was pure perfection.
His hands grabbed at my hips so hard I knew bruises were already forming.
“FUCK!” he screamed as my teeth bit harder, my nails raking down his chest. He faltered only for a moment, reveling in the feel of the pain I gave before he flipped me over, pressing my back into the ground and tearing my teeth away from his flesh.
He straddled me, holding me tight between his strong thighs. His hands grabbed at my clothing, ripping them from my body in forceful pulls that left me gasping and filled with a violent lust for the beast before me.
Holding me down with a single hand pressed hard against my breastbone, he stared down at me.
“Stay.” The word ripped through him, more sound than word. More command than request.
I stayed put, held captive in ravenous anticipation as he grabbed at the tatters of his own clothing, ripping them from his body with a growl. His chest, all muscle and sinew, was so mouthwatering I could feel myself salivating at the pure sight of his brutish display.
He was Beast, and I was prey.
He was sin, and I was his pleasure.
He was mine. And I was his.
My hands flew to his chest, scratching down the rippled muscles with sharp nails until I felt the skin give way, causing damage; causing harm. His eyes were like fire and I was a moth to his flame.
I reared up, my hands grabbing at his torso and pulling me up further until my lips met his flesh. I kissed his abdomen, my mouth opening with a feral groan of need as I licked at his skin. The taste of his sweat was salty on my tongue.
His hands fisted roughly in my hair as he yanked hard, tugging the hair at the root and disheveling me, holding me closer to him as I feasted on him.
