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My legs began to quiver.
My frustration began to grow, so on the subtle arch of my back, I tried to shift myself in the direction of his tongue.
“Mal…” I groaned, pulling lightly onto his hair to get my point across that I needed more.
His eyes were closed as if savoring me, but he quickly opened them and shot me a warning look.
My head lolled back against the wall as a restless burst of air, a jolt of pleasure and pain shot through me, causing me to cry out. “I know what I’m doing, Doe. Trust me,” he mumbled over my flesh before flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I did trust him, but I needed more.
I needed more of what he just did.
And when I thought I’d have to go another excruciating cycle without attention to my clit, my prayers were finally answered when he latched his lips around it.
My back arched even more, until I had fully smothered him.
He wanted to suffocate, he got it.
He let out a deep groan of approval and used a hand on my ass to gyrate me on his face.
Everything about this seemed so dirty, so everything that I wasn’t accustomed to but I loved it.
Loved seeing this raw, primal side of Mal that made me feel like he wanted no one else besides me. Like I was the lifeline in the dark just as I was in the light.
His tongue then dived deeper.
Owning.
Possessing.
Obliterating every doubt and hesitation that we may have had.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven.” His grumbly voice vibrated against my flesh.
Sparks ignited behind my eyes and I knew it wouldn’t take much more effort to get to me to the point of no return. Every nerve ending was buzzing, every muscle in my body was spasming, and I knew if he kept up with his destructive assault, I’d be blinded by a powerful orgasm.
One that I knew I would never recover from.
But just as I thought about how if I had one more firm swipe of his tongue I’d detonate, he quickly pulled away from me. Cold air hit my now glistening center, causing a gasp of confusion and frustration to fall past my lips.
I had no time to ask any questions, or even formulate one because before I knew it, my thigh was being removed from his shoulder and I was swiftly lifted off the ground and carried over to his bed.
“Need inside you, Doe. Now.” He laid me down onto the mattress with tenderness before rising to his full height and peering down at me.
I couldn’t breathe.
The only light that was on was a small lamp that hung on the wall just beside his bed. Even with the limited illumination, Mal was still the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Dark semi-wavy hair that was messy from my hands, a face that was so chiseled and handsome, I found it difficult to look at him head-on, and finally that large, intimidating body that heaved with each ragged breath he took.
He looked like a god standing at the foot of the bed.
A god that wanted to fuck me.
His nostrils flared out and his hands were in tight fists at his sides. I couldn’t figure out what was possibly going through his mind at the moment. Whatever it was had me tensing from head to toe.
Then finally I watched as his hands unclenched and reached for the hem of his shirt. As if in slow motion, he lifted the fabric up and over his head, leaving his bare chest and torso on display.
Tattoos covered his chest.
