I’m so fucking horny and gone for this woman.
As it pressed against my skin, I watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the pulse in her neck throbbing with intensity—it looked almost irresistible. I couldn’t help but fantasise about how sweet she would taste, the heat of her body against mine, with my cock buried deep inside her as she makes me bleed.
“It’s no secret that King Draeven wants you. If it weren’t for the slaughter that awaits any vampire who dares to set foot in Velmore, there would be a lot more of them here. Believe me, there’s a pretty little bounty on your head. Trust me, little witch, I am on your side.”
I could sense the tension in her posture, the way her eyes narrowed in scepticism, but deep down she could trust me. I’d never want to cause her pain, unless it were the kind that came wrapped in pleasure. I would have this woman coming so hard and so often that she would beg me for mercy.
See? I was horny all the damn time.
The thought made me smirk, a wicked thrill coursing through me as I imagined her in many different positions to take her in.
She laughed, a sound that danced through the air like a teasing melody. “I could never trust you. I don’t even know your name.”
Ah, how could I have forgotten?
“It’s Malrik,” I replied, my voice smooth and steady. “Blood mage and assassin at your service.” I leaned in slightly, the vines pulling, “But I already know your name, Ravena Sinclair. Twenty-three years old, born June fifth. An elemental. Low-level witch, or at least that’s what they would say. But we both know you’re so much more than that. You adore strawberries and chocolate, animals and have a penchant for stargazing.”
A vine wrapped around my mouth, silencing me. I chuckled against its grip. I could practically taste her beautiful cherry and vanilla scent; I just wanted to bury my nose against her neck.
“You’ve been stalking me?” She asked, a sneer curling her lips. Her dragon let out a low growl, the intensity of his presence washing over me. I could practically feel the heat radiating from him.
I really hoped he wouldn’t grow any larger as his fire would be a lot more powerful, and I would be nothing but ashes on the floor instead of the burn on my arse.
As the vine wrapped around my mouth uncurled, I leaned in further, a slow, wicked smile tugging at my lips. “Of course I have, you’re my little witch and you fascinate me.” I let my gaze drag over her, drinking in every inch of her, every single detail, like she was meant to be something devoured.
“I don’t like you.” Her dagger was still pressed against my neck.
I let out a low laugh, her boldness both maddening and addictive. No matter how sharp or blunt her words were, her pulse always told me the truth—beating just a little faster the closer I got.
“Another lie, little witch,” I said, my voice low and teasing. “I can hear your heartbeat, the way it quickens in my presence. And I can smell your desire whenever I wrap my hand around your throat. You like it.” Just the thought of holding her down,feeling her pulse thrum beneath my fingers as I drove into her, sent a rush of heat coursing through me.
I am so fucking hard right now.
Her vines released me, and I stumbled back, barely regaining my balance. “You shouldn’t even be here.” She snapped; her cheeks flushed a pretty pink that crept down her chest. The colour suited her, highlighting the delicate beauty of her skin.
“I’m exactly where I need to be.”
I took a step closer to her, my gaze flickering to her dragon, who glared at me with unmistakable annoyance. “If anyone finds out about that,” I nodded toward the lizard, “Vespera will execute you, and I can’t let that happen.”
I noticed the hesitation in her eyes, and honestly, I couldn’t blame her. She had no idea of the kind of destruction I would unleash for her—how I would tear apart anyone who even looked at her the wrong way. I’d rip them to shreds, serve their eyes on a silver platter, and burn the entire world to the ground if it meant keeping her safe.
Am I obsessed with her? Absolutely.
It probably feels fast and strange to her, but for me, it’s as natural as breathing. I have watched her for ages, soaking in every little detail about her—her quirks, her laughter, the way she treats the creatures of the forest with such tenderness and understanding. Women have always been disposable to me, mere distractions for a fleeting moment of pleasure. But Ravena? She’s different. She ignites something deep within me, something I can’t quite explain or ever thought would happen to a psycho like me. She’s etched herself into the deepest, darkest corners of my cold heart—carving out a space no one has ever dared to reach.
“Vespera is the least of my concerns.” She turned to leave, but I wasn’t finished. I tilted my head.
“She will be once she learns the witch the king is looking for is hiding in her realm, and is bonded to a dragon.” Her shoulders stiffened, and the air shifted around us.
“You know way too much,” her silver eyes narrowed in suspicion.
I smirked, “I know enough, and like it or not, you’re going to have to trust me. I can help you with unlocking your magic.” Her jaw tightened, and I stood still.
I knew about the tattoo on her back that kept the rest of her magic locked away from the many times I saw her swim under the waterfall. What kind of magic she has is something I don’t know, but it must be strong enough for someone to lock it away.
She crossed her arms, glaring at me like I was the source of all of her problems. I couldn’t help but look at the top of her beautiful breasts. It's not my fault that her positioning is pushing them up.
“Why should I trust you? All I know is that you’re a creepy bloodsucker who sniffs my underwear—seriously, that’s weird—and you're certifiably insane.”
