I break the kiss and tug on his shirt. He lifts enough for me to pull it off.
“I might want you mad at me more often if this is how you take it out on me,” he says, tossing the shirt to the floor.
I shove him back and kiss him harder, catching his bottom lip between my teeth and biting down.
A low, guttural sound rises from his throat. His hands lock on my waist, dragging me tighter against him.
“I told you… demons like to bite,” I whisper, releasing his lip and yanking off my own shirt.
He chuckles, but his gaze darkens, heat flaring in those chocolate eyes as they drag down my bare skin. My breasts ache under the attention, nipples hardening as if reacting to his stare.
He reaches up, cupping one of my breasts, his thumb dragging across my peaked nipple. I can feel the hard bulge of him pressing through his sweats, and I grind my hips down, desperate for more friction.
“You trying to kill me, Kat? ’Cause this feels like slow, sweet murder,” he groans.
I lean in, lips brushing his jaw to feel the shiver that rolls through him. “You’re the one who said to take it out on you. Can’t handle me?”
His hands slide up my thighs, rough and warm, gripping my hips like he’s staking a claim. “Oh, I can handle you,” he says as he breathes me in. He kisses up the side of my neck, slow and possessive, until his mouth finds my ear. “Question is… can you handle me?”
I sit up slightly, one brow arched as I roll my hips against him hard. “Guess we’ll find out.”
He tips me onto my back, one arm tight around my waist. He kicks off his pants, then hooks his fingers in mine and drags them down my legs. His body covers me, heat radiating off him as he takes my mouth.
It’s a kiss that steals the air from my lungs and replaces it with pure fire. His teeth scrape my bottom lip, and I gasp, which only makes him smirk against my mouth. “Still mad at me, my little demon?” he murmurs, lips dragging a slow, wet trail down my throat.
“Yes.”
“Liar.”
His mouth moves lower, closing around my nipple. He bites—not hard but enough to make me squirm and arch into him. His tongue soothes the sting, licking slow circles until I’m trembling beneath him.
“But keep pretending. I like it when you make me earn it.”
I thread my fingers through his hair as he dips lower, nudging my thighs apart with the slow press of his body. His breath ghosts over my skin before his tongue finds my center. He licks a slow stripe through my core before his mouth closes over my clit and sucks hard enough to make my hips jerk.
A moan slips from my throat as he slides a finger inside me, curling deep enough. I’m already drenched for him. When he works a second finger in, my grip tightens on the blankets, knuckles white as I fight to hold on to the last threads of control.
His tongue doesn’t stop, circling and flicking in rhythm with every stroke of his hand, unraveling me with expert precision.
He pulls his fingers out, sitting up to look me over. “Still mad at me?” he says, an infuriating grin spreading across his face.
“I’m furious. Now, fuck me,” I tell him, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
He grabs my wrists and pulls my hands up over my head, holding them there with one of his. His other hand trails down my body, palming my breast and then finding its home on my hip, where he squeezes gently, holding me in place as the head of his cock presses against my wet entrance.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, then thrusts into me fully.
He doesn’t wait for my body to adjust to him and doesn’tgive it to me slowly. He pushes inside me, deep and hard, and I feel every glorious inch of him as I take him.
“Oh god, Malachi,” I cry out, and he captures my moans with his lips, releasing my wrists and brushing my hair from my cheek. He grips one of my legs, lifting it up between us and somehow finding a way to press deeper inside me.
“I’d burn the world to keep you like this,” he says, slowing his rhythm and exploring my body with his hands. He looks down at me through hooded eyes full of desire.
He feels so good—too good—I want him to stay inside me like this forever. He releases my leg and reaches between us, pressing his thumb to my clit and circling. I suck in a breath as my orgasm rips through me, causing my body to tremble beneath his.
He doesn’t stop moving his thumb until my body stills and my cries of pleasure calm down. Then he finds his own release.
He stays inside me, pulling me onto him, and I rest my cheek on his chest as his hand runs up and down my back.
