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“Spread wider for me, Flora. Let me see what’s mine.” His voice was guttural, almost inhuman. “Let me see your soaking cunt. Let me see what I’m going to be eating out.”
His coarse language sent me reeling, had my desire skyrocketing, and I didn’t even hesitate in doing what he said.
His commands did something to my insides, made me want to give him everything. Anything. I felt weak with need, with tension and desire, and all I wanted was for us to have some kind of physical contact that had all this desire being released.
He watched me for long moments, not speaking, not moving. My heart thundered hard, and I spread my legs wider, so wide my inner muscles were pulled so that the pain and pleasure mixed as one. I did exactly what he wanted, showed him how wet I was. For him. Only him.
Malkolm moved onto the bed, placed his hands on my legs, smoothing them up and twisting his fingers so he was moving along my inner thighs. He went closer to my pussy until he was framing the most intimate part of my body. He stared at me there for so long I started squirming under his gaze.
“God,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking hot.” He lay down on the mattress, his hard stomach flush with the mattress, his warm, humid breath bathing my cunt.
I knew I wouldn’t last one minute when his mouth was finally on me… down there.
“Fuck, I love you,” Malkolm said right before he latched his mouth onto my pussy and started sucking and licking at me with so much need I felt it spear through my core. His tongue did wicked things, moving through my slit, pressing into my opening, before travelling up and sucking on the hidden bundle of nerves at the top of my mound.
He was merciless—just the way I liked it, and I knew I’d always crave this slightly unhinged passion of his.
“I love you,” I gasped, closing my eyes and moaning, my hands tunneled into his hair, pulling at the strands, feeling mindless with my arousal.
And before I could grasp what was happening, he sucked on my clit with long pulls, humming, sending vibrations to that pleasure spot on me, and threw me over the edge. The orgasm rushed forward and stole my very breath, with me grinding my pussy against his face, seeking more, needing so much more I knew I’d be lost without Malkolm.
When the pleasure dimmed, he crawled up my body and just held me close. I could feel how much he desired me still, how his body was hot and hard as his cock dug against me. I felt arousal heat in my belly once more before exploding outward, and with a wicked grin, I pushed myself up and looked down at him, knowing what I wanted to do… what would end this night just right.
His breathing became harsher, his eyes hooded with arousal.
“Let me show you how much I love all you do for me. I want to worship you just like you do me.” I gripped his cock and bent to run the tip of my tongue over the crown, which was already dotted with pre-cum. “Let me show you how much I love you,” I purred, and he growled, and then I put my money where my mouth was and loved my man as thoroughly as he loved me.
Epilogue One
Malkolm
Two years later
“Aren’t you supposed to be like… nervous or some shit?”
I cut a glance at Ryder, narrowing my eyes, because the asshole was grinning. He turned his focus from me and looked at his reflection in the mirror as he adjusted his bowtie.
“When it's right, it’s right,” I said honestly. “I’ve been waiting to marry my girl for so damn long all I can think is ‘it’s about damn time.’”
He snorted and inclined his head. “True enough.”
Once his bowtie was straightened, he gave himself an appraising look in the mirror. His neck tattoos could be seen creeping up from the collar of his tux, and his dark hair was still in that mussed mess that was his trademark. He ran a finger over the tattoos at his temples, then glanced at me.
“Maybe I should have covered these up for the big day?”
Now it was my turn to snort. “Really?” I asked sardonically. “You know damn well you don’t care about looking all prim and proper, especially when you can make a few people squirm.”
He tipped his head back and laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. But I would have cleaned up all the way, covering up the ink, if that’s the route you wanted to go for your wedding.”
I smiled, knowing he meant that. Ryder had grown up living an almost mirror-image life as my own. Parents who had been all but non-existent. No real friends. People seeing the ink and piercings and just assuming he was some damn delinquent.
