His fingers trace along my jawline, and the promise in his eyes makes my breath catch.
He circles me like a predator, his gaze dark and hungry, and my core heats under the weight of it. When he drops into a crouch in front of me, my back presses into the rough trunk of the willow. He captures my wrists easily, stretching them above my head, pinning me there with a dominance that steals my breath.
His mouth claims mine, warm and delicious, laced with the faint sweetness of whiskey and strawberries. I press my tongue against his, already breathless, already desperate to feel him inside me.
“Patience,” he hums against my mouth, smug.
He pulls away and parts my thighs with a sure hand, his eyes dragging over me, his pupils dilated. “I like these tiny straps,” he murmurs, toying with one of the delicate silk ribbons on my shoulder. With an unhurried tug, he slips it down, then the other, until the nightgown bunches loosely at my waist, baring my breasts to the cool air and his burning stare.
“Fuck,” he breathes before cupping one breast in his hand and lowering his mouth to the other. His tongue flicks over my nipple, followed by a teasing scrape of teeth, and the mix of pleasure and ache has me arching against him, squirming, wet, desperate for more.
“Naughty.” He shakes his head slowly when he realizes I don’t have any panties on under my nightgown. He pulls mecloser, urging my legs farther apart until the nightgown rides up and leaves me completely bare to him. His gaze drops for only a heartbeat before locking back on mine, pupils blown so wide the flecks of gold in his eyes vanish into endless black.
Then he lowers his head to my center, watching me the whole way down. The first press of his mouth against me rips a gasp from my throat, his tongue parting my core and finding the part of me that has my head tipping back against the tree in helpless pleasure.
“Uh-uh,” he says, his voice muffled against me, vibrating straight through my core. “Eyes on me. I want to see your face while I fuck you with my tongue.”
My head snaps up at his command, eyes wide as they meet his. His lips curve against me in a dark smile. “Good girl,” he whispers before his tongue parts me again, dragging a humiliating moan out of me.
I try to hold his gaze, lids heavy, vision hazy, but it’s almost impossible to focus when his mouth is wrecking me. His tongue teases my clit, swirling, sucking, licking, until I’m trembling, clawing at the grass, and then he thrusts it inside me. The sudden invasion makes my hips jerk, my breath stutter, my whole body bow toward him.
“Oh god…” I moan as his dark eyes pin me in place, unrelenting.
“Don’t call for him,” Malachi growls, flipping me onto my knees like I weigh nothing. “He can’t save you from this.”
I hear the rustle of fabric as he strips behind me, then his thighs press against the backs of mine as he nudges my knees wider. A sharp squeeze grips my ass, followed by a teasing slap that makes me jolt forward. Then his palm clamps down hard on my hip, anchoring me.
My breath stutters when I feel the thick length of him slide against me, hot and demanding.
“Malachi—” A ragged cry escapes when he thrusts deep, filling me so completely I nearly collapse into the grass.
My pussy clenches around him as he pulls out slowly, then drives back in with brutal force, eliciting cries and moans from my throat. My fingers claw at the earth, desperate for something to hold onto.
He doesn’t let up. His arm snakes around my waist, hauling me upright until my bare back presses against the searing heat of his chest. His hand splays between my breasts, keeping me pinned against him as he pounds into me.
“Are you all right?” he rasps into my ear, his breath ragged against my temple.
“Yes,” I gasp before releasing another moan.
“Good.” His lips graze the side of my face, then press a gentle kiss to my temple. His other hand brushes my hair aside, palm settling on my slick skin as if holding me together while he tears me apart.
He shifts his hips, angling deeper, so deep it feels like there’s no part of me he hasn’t claimed. My vision goes hazy as his free hand trails down, finding my clit. He rubs and circles, his fingers relentless, dragging me higher and higher while his cock pounds into me.
“Fuck, Katja,” he groans, the sound rumbling through him. “You take me so perfectly.”
Shuddering, I grip his forearm hard enough to leave marks, my nails digging into his skin as the pressure builds too sharp to bear.
“I love you,” he murmurs hoarsely against the crown of my head, kissing me there between thrusts.
My head tips back, lips parting against his throat. “I love you more,” I pant, trembling, every nerve on fire.
His lips lift on one side. “Prove it. Fall apart for me.”
His fingers flick harder, his pace becomes merciless,and my body shatters. I cry out, the orgasm ripping through me in violent waves, making my knees shake as I convulse against him. He holds me firm, fucking me through it, driving deeper until he finally slams into me one last time.
A groan fills my ears as his release floods me, his grip bruises into my hips, anchoring me while we both catch our breath.
He slowly lets go and settles back against the tree, pulling me into his lap and cradling me there. I lean my head against his chest, skin still warm and damp with sweat, listening to his heart gradually slow from its frantic rhythm.
