Page 25 of Hair, She Bears
Malik’s hand teased her nipple, rolling the bud between his thumb and finger. She gasped, and her stomach clenched.
“You’re making it difficult to concentrate.”
“Good,” he replied.
He lowered his head, and his tongue swirled around her breast, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin. His hips began a slow rhythm, retracting and driving forward, each deliberate thrust accompanied by the silky caress of his lips. Moving across her collarbone, lingering on her throat, he kissed her fevered skin. Her lips parted when his mouth found hers. As he drove into her, his tongue slid into her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers digging into his back, and lifted her pelvis as he plunged forward, grinding her hips against him. He groaned, his rhythmic thrusting increasing in tempo. The coil of passion winding in her stomach tensed. She arched her back, pressing her body into him, her breath coming in short gasps. She needed the release, craved it like she craved his mouth on her skin.
“I want to hear my name on your lips,” he ground out, his voice straining, and slammed into her. The unforgiving pace of his thrusts ignited her blood and sent fire racing through her limbs, burning every nerve until she thought her skin would melt from her bones.
“Malik!”
She screamed, her voice ricocheted off the walls, as the orgasm ripped through her and clung to him, violently shaking. He drove into her, relentlessly thrusting, his hands crushing the pillow beneath her head as he plunged deeper. He yelled out, his guttural cry overtaking hers, and collapsed on top of her, their harsh breathing the only sound in the room.
“I would very much like to do that again,” Malik said after a minute. He crawled off her, drew her trembling body against his chest, and his mouth brushed over her forehead.
“But you need to leave before your father discovers you up here.” She shivered as his fingertip skated over her hip.
He nuzzled her neck. “I think death might be worth spending the night.”
“Would you rather have one night or the rest of your life?” She panted, angling her head to the side and exposing her throat to his lips.
“Are you proposing to me?” He drew back with mock indignation, his hand flew to his chest. “I’ll never live down the shame.”
“No.” Horror spread through her. “I didn’t mean…”
“I’m teasing.” Malik laughed, the warm sound blanketed her. “Nothing can be done regarding that particular subject until I find your parents.”
He gave her a quick kiss, sat up, then climbed from the bed. She pulled the thin sheet over herself as he gathered his clothing from the floor. After yanking on his boxer-briefs and pants, he dug into his pocket and extracted the silver disc. Dropping beside her on the bed, he held out his hand.
“You can use this to communicate with me. Until I come back for you, you must pretend everything is normal. Don’t give my father any reason to suspect there is something amiss. Make the drug, pay your debt.”
She glanced at his hand. “What if you don’t come back?”
“I will return for you.” His forceful growl caused her to jump. She accepted the mirror and held it up, the dull silver glinting in the dim glow of the firelight.
“If Mother discovers you are helping me escape, he will kill you, son or no.” Her finger traced the outside of the mirror. “Why are you doing this?”
“I like you, and I take care of the things I like.”
“I am not a thing.” Sitting up, the sheet fell, gathering around her waist. His eyes flicked over her skin, then rose, glowing with hunger.
“You are a temptress.” He reached out, his hand halfway to her breast, then paused and shook his head, lowering his arm. “What I want to do to you should not be rushed, and by the time I have finished, you’ll have lost your voice.”
Heat exploded in her face, crawling down her neck. Yanking the sheet over her chest, she tucked it under her arms.
“I am concerned about leaving you to my father. He’ll be livid about Carlyle’s disappearance and looking for someone to punish.” Malik dragged a hand through his hair, worry etched deep lines in his forehead. “I won’t be able to protect you…”
“I’ve survived twenty years without you,” she replied and leaned forward, feeling along the floorboards for her long shirt.
Malik snatched the shirt away from her hand and, dangling it from two fingers, held it out, a daring smirk on his lips. She grabbed for it, but he caught her arm and hauled her body against his, pulling her onto his lap. Straddling him, her breasts crushed against his chest. His mouth brushed over hers, teasing.
“Carlyle?” Jax’s voice drifted up from the ground. “Where are you? Carlyle!”
Zenna and Malik froze, their arms entwined.
Jax cursed.
