Page 55 of Malachi
“Fuck!” I screamed out into the night. His hands left my arms, one of them moving between my legs until his fingers were exactly where I wanted him most. His strong thighs held mine open as he wrapped his hand around my panties, ripping them apart in one swift tug. The sound of the ripping fabric only made me drip more for him.
One finger slid over my slit, teasing me while his teeth bit into my stomach just below my breast.
“So wet for me, Little Bird,” he teased, his breath fanning out against my skin.
My hands found his hair, tugging hard, urging him to come up to my lips and kiss me. I needed him to steal the very air I breathed. He denied me, chuckling as he bit against my ribcage.
I fought against him, pushing at his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist just as his fingers slid between my folds, finding the sensitive bud of my clit. I groaned, fighting against the desire to just succumb as I fought harder to flip him over and regain control.
Who was I kidding? This man controlled me beyond measure. That didn’t mean I was going to give over easily.
“Ah! Move!” I shouted, pushing against him with all my might. He merely chuckled, his fingers flicking up at that spot inside of me that had me clenching down hard around him.
“Give in, Little Bird,” he coaxed.
“Never,” I spat through gritted teeth. His hand slid up my body, wrapping around my throat as he squeezed, his eyes bearing down on mine with such dominance it stole my breath as effectively as his hand did.
Without a word, his hand tightened around my throat, his fingers pumping in and out of my pussy. His thumb rubbed against my swollen clit and I forgot how to think or breathe or do anything at all other than feel.
His hand still around my throat, he lined himself up, the head of his cock sliding into my folds. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him into me.
“Fight me,” he growled, leaning down close enough to flick his tongue over my lips, refusing to give me the kiss I so desperately wanted.
My eyes widened as his hand tightened around my throat, making me feel every beat of my heart as he thrust into me. I growled low in my throat, hands coming up to push him off. Fighting him with everything I had. He kept me pinned. It was like every push, every growl, every scratch of my nails against him only fueled his passions further.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, relinquishing his grasp around my throat and rolling me over until my face was planted in the soft grass below. He tugged my hands up, positioning me like I was more rag doll than human. His cock found my heat, thrusting forward as he pulled my hips back onto him. He slid deep, my forehead resting on the ground as I groaned low. He was so deep. I felt so full. I could barely think straight.
His fingers threaded through my hair, pulling my head up as he bounced me back onto him. My own thrusts met his as we moved together. Closer and closer, that finish line neared.
He pushed down against the small of my back until I was arched deep, still pulling me back onto him with every thrust. The new position hit every spot inside of me, making me quiver.
I was so close. So fucking close.
“Beast,” I groaned as my legs trembled.
“Mine,” he growled, just as my orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave. His roar of completion echoed through the trees. Still, he continued to thrust, drawing out my orgasm for as long as possible.
I’m not entirely sure how it happened, but one minute I was on all fours, panting into the grass, and the next I was in his arms. He wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling me into his lap as we came down together. His hands smoothed over my hair. I could hear the crunch of the debris that had found its way into my tresses, but simply could not bring myself to care.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his musky scent as I begged the moment to never end. My mouth pressed soft, breathless kisses against his skin. My tongue licked, tasting his sweat-salted skin.
“Christ, you’re killing me,” he whispered, his breathing just as ragged as my own. For as chastising as he may have wanted to sound, his hands pulled me closer, holding me tightly to his bare chest. I could feel his heart pounding against me.
Slowly, in time, he began to pull away. I tightened my arms around him.
“We need to head inside,” he chuckled lightly.
“I’m not ready,” I whimpered against him, hiding my face as I tightened both my legs and arms around him.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Hey now, look at me,” he gently coaxed. I pulled away from him slowly, my eyes lowered as I did my best not to pout. For the record, I failed miserably.
“Little Bird, this is not the end,” he spoke gently. His fingers held my chin with a delicate touch that belied the rough encounter we had just had.
“It feels like it’s ending,” I admitted so softly I doubted he actually heard me.
His eyes roved over my face as I looked at him. “Oh, sweet thing. It is only the beginning.”
His sweet promise thundered in my chest, igniting hope as his hand moved over my jaw and into my hair. He pulled me closer so slowly until our lips touched with a tender brush of a kiss that whispered into my very soul.
