His smirk curved against the side of my throat.
“All of me?” he prompted, teasing, his tone deep velvet with a dangerous edge. “Greedy little kitten.”
“Yes,” I whispered, clutching at him with a force that startled me. “Everything.”
He groaned, the sound guttural, and his hand tightened on my thigh, fingers digging into my skin that would surely leave a mark.
“You think you can tame me?” he murmured, kissing me again, harder this time, his tongue sweeping possessively against mine, before he pulled back and leveled his gaze on mine. “I won’t hold back, sweetie.”
That was exactly what I wanted. My nails dug into his shoulders as I kissed him back, frantic now, answering his dominance with my own hunger. Then, before I could second-guess it, I tilted my head and sank my teeth lightly into the strong line of his neck. Not enough to draw blood, but to leave a mark.
He froze. For a heartbeat, I thought I’d gone too far; stepped over the line of an unspoken agreement. But a low, dangerous laugh rumbled out of him, his hand sliding up into my hair to hold me there. “Oh… youdobite,” he said, his voice laced with heat. “My greedy kitten wants to mark me too?”
“Yes,” I admitted against his skin, the word muffled and desperate. I leaned back slightly to catch a glimpse of his eyes; they burned with something darker now but were threaded with unmistakable pride.
His grip tightened in my hair, pressing my head back to his neck, keeping me there.
“Then do it properly,” he said, his tone rough but coaxing, daring me. “Make me yours.”
I obeyed, sinking my teeth into the curve of his shoulder, hard enough to make him groan. His body shuddered against mine, a sound that left him raw and unguarded.
“Mine,” I whispered when I released him, breathless, claiming him the same way he had claimed me.
His smile was dangerous, wicked, but his gaze softened for just a fraction of a second.
“Good,” he whispered, kissing me again with intense force. “Now what will you do, since I’ve become your prey?”
Gods help me, I was beyond saving.
His lips crashed back onto mine, raw and demanding, and this time there was no patience left in him, only hunger. His hands roamed with purpose, pressing me against him as he finally thrust inside of me, impatient now that my confession had stripped away every barrier between us.
The world fell away.
There was only him, overwhelming and consuming.
I gasped as my skin began burning, flames erupting thanks to my untamed feelings. My legs tightened around his hips, shaking from the pleasure of the stretch. He chuckled low, watching my every move.
“Do you like it?” His voice was laced with lust, as he pushed inside again.
“Malakai,” I whispered, placing my forehead against his, my breaths uneven.
That broke the last of his restraint. With a huff, he lifted me, pressing me against the other side of the tub, my legs still over his hips, his body caging mine as my arm grasped the edge of the tub to hold me up.
His mouth devoured me, his hands spreading my legs wider as he thrust inside of me again and again. I was racing towards my apex, an ache building up in my lower stomach, overwhelming sweetness.
My lips found his neck to kiss and mark him as mine, over, and over, until there was no telling where one of us ended and the other began.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned into my ear, each word with its own weight as he suddenly slowed his pace.
His hand shot out, grabbed my chin and forced it up to meet with his burning gaze. “Eyes on me, sweetie. I want to see how I spark the flames inside of you.”
Slowly, his grip loosened, our eyes remaining locked while he used both hands to push my thighs further back, before he plunged himself into me at a devastating angle. My whole body quivered in reply, his eyes taking in every twitch I made, savoring every sound that slipped past my lips.
“Malakai,” I cried, trembling, my voice breaking as pleasure tore throughout my entire body.
And as he moved with me, against me, within me, I realised it wasn’t surrender at all, it was us devouring each other, finally unchained.
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