Page 63 of Malachi
“Now, wait. Don’t cum,” I all but growled in her ear.
“Please, Malachi! I can’t hold back,” she whimpered, pleading with me so beautifully. My cock twitched against the curve of her hip, where I was slowly grinding into her, desperate for a little of my own friction.
“Cum for me,” I groaned, my fingers moving faster, swirling over her pussy. As soon as she began to quake, her orgasm crashing to the surface, I slid my fingers lower, dipping into the molten hot pool of her cunt in time to feel her clench and grip around my digits.
“Malachi!” she gasped, arching up off of the bed at the feel of my fingers entering her. I found her g-spot, teasing it and urging her towards a second climax in rapid succession. My movements slowed as she came down slowly, my lips moving over the curve of her neck, wanting to drink my way to stupor on her scent alone.
“I thought you wanted sleep,” she teased breathlessly.
“Shut up,” I growled, shifting on the bed until I was up on my knees and could shove my boxers down my thighs. “Ow!” I gasped as the feel of her teeth on my forearm surprised the ever living fuck out of me.
“Scared of a little bite?” the saucy little mix teased, raising a single eyebrow in challenge.
“Oh, princess, the Beast doesn’t scare,” I warned, my breathing already coming in quick, shallow pants as arousal flooded my body, pooling low in my gut just above my now dripping hard cock. The tiniest, little smirk played at her lips a mere moment before she reared up again.
Her intent was to bite me again. I knew it. But she didn’t get the chance to. Instead, my hand connected with her throat, wrapping around the slender column with force.
“Oh!” she gasped, those green orbs full of just as much lust as surprise.
I loomed over her, leaning into her space as my hand squeezed slowly. Her eyes, locked on mine, gave no hesitation. Her hand flung out, batting at me, and it was on. I pressed her back into the mattress by the throat, squeezing the sides until I could feel her pulse pounding against the pads of my fingertips.
“Stay still,” I commanded in a teeth-bared growl, only inches from her face.
“Never,” she hissed, pushing at me and making her play at dominance. I growled, loud and low, but in truth, my cock had never been harder. I wanted to pound into her, to bite her just as she had bitten me.
“Does my little bird want to play, then?” I chuckled, easing up on her neck and giving her the opportunity she needed to fight. She leaped up, coming at me with hands open, mouth hissing, and fucking hell was I ready for it. I caught her, taking every beat of her hands against my chest as we fought. We rolled over on the bed as I allowed her a moment’s victory, letting her pin me to the bed.
Her face was lit up better than a fucking Christmas tree as she pushed both hands into my chest, holding me down as she loomed overhead.
“Ha, I wi —” she began to gloat, but I couldn’t let her win, not really.
Grasping her around the waist, I picked her up and threw her down on the bed hard enough that she bounced. She would have giggled, but my hand came back to her throat, wrapping around and squeezing the sides until I could see her eyes widen.
“Not so fast, little bird,” I teased, my voice full of every sinister delight that traipsed through my imagination. I pulled her legs apart, situating myself between them as I found her cunt wet and ready for my fingers.
“Mine,” I growled, spreading her lips just enough to give my cock space to slide inside of her. With one thrust, I was home, seated exactly where we both wanted me to be.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out at the feel of me, and Christ, did it make me want to take her harder. Making her curse was my second favorite past-time, second only to actually fucking her.
Her legs spread, her knees dropping back to the bed as she opened for me, accepted me. But I didn’t want her acceptance — not yet.
“Little bird all out of fight? So soon?” I instigated, and true to form, she rose to the occasion. Her teeth bared, she glared at me. Batting at my hands and pushing against me, her cunt rolled and milked my long length.
We fought back and forth as I fucked her, until I had finally had enough. It was time to claim her.
I slipped out of her just long enough to flip her over, pushing her to the bed with one hand in the center of her back, the other pulling her hips up and back to meet my already thrusting cock.
As I slid into her, my mouth found the back of her shoulder and I bit — hard. I bit her hard enough that I felt the slightest bit of blood flow against my tongue. I growled at the coppery taste, swiping my tongue over it as I rutted against her. Her scream of pain-filled delight was music to my ears, her hips pushing back into me as I buried myself into her and we both came together.
I held her to me, my forearm holding her back to my chest, my lips still securely fastened to my mark on her skin where I kissed and licked and lapped. Carefully, I moved our bodies to a more comfortable position, slipping out of her and not caring about the mess we made in the process.
I sat on the bed, legs crossed, and held her in my lap. My fingers still toyed with her nipple as I leaned back to look at the mark I had created on her skin. I hadn’t meant to give her such a mark — not so soon, at least.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, my voice sounding hoarse.
“Mmhmm,” she murmured, but it wasn’t enough. I turned her around in my arms until she faced me, her legs coming around my waist.
“I’m serious. I hadn’t meant to bite so hard, but —” I began, but the feel of her soft fingers against my lips stopped me.
