“Seems this kind of thing gets your pulse racing.”
I could feel my cheeks warm up at all the things I had highlighted that sounded really appealing to me.
There was a lot.
“Maybe Ronan can join us sometime.”
The thought alone sent a wicked tremor through me—the image of the three of us, skin to skin, tangled in the sheets as they both devoured me made me clench my thighs. But just as quickly, I shoved it down.
Ronan would never—could never entertain something like that.
He doesn’t even like me like that.
Malrik noticed my reaction. He spread my legs wide open, positioning himself like a king surveying his kingdom. Gaze darkened with desire as he licked his lips, savouring the moment.
“Now, hold onto something,” he said, and suddenly his face was between my legs, making me melt.
His tongue dragged through my slit, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure straight through me. I cried out at the unfamiliar feeling, my hands fisting the bars of the headboard like it was the only thing keeping me from flying apart. He didn’t just lick—he devoured; every stroke of his tongue was deliberate, greedy, worshipful. The way he groaned against me, like he was starved and I was his only salvation, sent my mind reeling.
I wasn’t sure if this was what everyone meant when they talked about heaven, but it felt like falling into something holy and filthy all at once.
Desperate for him, I tried to lift my hips, craving for more, but one of his arms banded across my waist and pinned me down. He didn’t relent; his tongue continued to dance and swirl, slipping inside me and pushing me closer to the edge. Suddenly, a sharp sting near my clit jolted through me, causing me to jerk up with a louder moan and something trickled from the sting as he lapped at it with a groan.
“I hope you know there’s no escaping me now,” he gripped my hip tighter. “Because I’m going to ruin you—morning, noon and night. Over and over until your body only knows mine. You’re mine now, little witch.”
I couldn’t respond; my head was hazy, and it didn’t frighten me from the way his voice sounded so possessive.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I screamed—my back jolting from the bed as his fingers slid inside me, stretching and curling just right. I threw my head back as another nip prolonged my screams. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, pulsing through my entire body as he worked his fingers and tongue with relentless precision. My head thrashed against the pillow, every nerve on fire, and even as the initial waves of pleasure began to recede, he showed no signs of stopping.
“Tell me you're mine,” he demands.
“I’m yours.”
Gods, I think he’s trying to kill me.
Death by orgasm. What a way to die.
Desperate to escape the onslaught of sensations, I attempted to close my legs, but he growled low and dangerously, delivering a sharp slap to my pussy that made me jump.
“I will stop when my tongue gives out, and trust me, my love, I’ve got a lot left in me. Now lie the fuck back and take it… or I’ll chain you down and make you.”
I wanted to kick him, but I found myself nodding instead as I let my head fall back onto the pillow. Surrendering completely to him, I felt the heat pooling in my core as he resumed nipping and sucking, his fingers sliding deeper inside me. He quickened the pace, finding a spot that sent me spiralling into a blissful haze. My toes curled, and I pulled his hair, urging him to continue as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy once more.
Well, many, many more.
Chapter 9
RAVENA
“Changed your mind about trusting me?”
I lay in bed with Malrik after the multiple orgasms he was determined to pull out of me; my body ached, but in the best way. Unfortunately, he was still dressed in all black whilst I was completely naked, now hidden under my blanket. The snow outside lashed against the window, and the cool breeze filtered in, starkly contrasting the warmth enveloping me in Malriks' arms.
His lips were stained with my blood, which I smacked him for, but he just told me I was the best thing he ever tasted, and promised it would only be a sexual thing.
I know it affected his magic because I could feel it.
I was an elemental witch, but my mother wasn’t. She could sense the magic in others, the way it pulsed and flickered when they used it. Even though she was classed as a low-level witch, I was glad to have the same power as her.
