I slid my hand down his chest, tracing the path of the glowing marks which pulsed beneath my fingertips, reacting to the touch. He inhaled deeply, cherishing every stroke. He tilted his head, eyes half-lidded again.
“Malakai,” I whispered sensually, eyes flickering to his. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
“Fuck,” he said through his teeth, his voice revealing how his control was slipping, the frustration lingering in it. His hand around my throat twitched, showing even further how he struggled, without hurting me.
Finally, the kiss landed hard, claiming my lips, before his tongue forced its way through without waiting for permission. I gasped into his mouth, my arms wrapping around his neck.
His arms slithered around my waist, forcing me against one of the trees, caging me there. I was barely able to breathe as his mouth devoured mine.
He was everywhere, his taste, his smell, and the pressure of his body rough against mine.
When he finally tilted his head back, I panted, my head spinning. He kissed my jawline, trailing down slowly, almost torturing, to where my neck and shoulder connected.
I arched against him, my body felt like screaming.
Yes.
A low chuckle rumbled through him as he smiled against my neck, and I felt my heart stutter. His fingers slid along my skin, barely touching, making my skin prickle at his lazy movement.
One hand grabbed my thigh, pulling it around his hip, before his fingers skimmed on top of it, towards my core. He made one painfully slow stroke, before he paused, his eyes savoring every expression I made.
“Look at you,” he mused. “All that control, melting away.”
I shifted, giving him better access, while he kept stroking teasingly, torturing me rather than bringing me pleasure. My body was aflame, luckily not literally for once.
“Beg me,” he whispered into my ear, as he stopped stroking me, but kept his fingers close enough to make my core ache for more. “Beg for my help.” His free hand brushed away the hair from my face, letting his heavy breaths hit my skin.
“Malakai,” I gasped, trying to keep it down by nibbling on his collarbone.
He chuckled low, sensual, and amused. “I’ll start by soothing your inner fire… and until I’m finished, you are not allowed to stop me.”
He began to slowly get down on his knees as his eyes traveled along my body, my eyes widened as a surprised huff left my lips.
“What are you—”
His gaze snapped to mine, sending a chill throughout my entire body with the intensity in it. No words were needed. His hand grabbed onto my leg, his lips brushing against the inside of my thigh. Our eyes locked again as he sank his teeth into it and I gasped, my leg twitching in response to his fangs as I rested it over his shoulder. The pain subsided quickly as he drew back and instead his tongue lapped over the wound.
My pulse skyrocketed, breath quickening at the sight of him so close to my core.
“And just like that, you’re all wet. Because of me,” he said kissing my thigh again. The sound of his voice made me melt and I stroked my hand along his cheek. He leaned in to it as if indulging a pet. My hand continued up, until I swept it through his wet, silvery-white hair.
He smirked, mischievous and maddening, his fingers digging into my thigh as if to keep it in place over his shoulder, while the other hand stroked possessively along my lower back. Slowly, he leaned closer, my heart slamming against my ribs as I saw him lick against my core.
I trembled in response.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get sweeter,” he sighed with delight in his voice.
A low moan escaped me as one of my hands curled, gripping his hair firmly, and the other dug into the trunk of the tree behind me, catching fire.
He smirked at me, before he continued making broad strokes with his tongue. After making lazy circles around my clit, he moved to my core, pushing his tongue inside, before moving back to focus, with maddening precision, on my clit again.
I was shaking.
My chest heaved, trying to keep up with the warmth knotting together in my lower stomach.
“That, feels amazing,” I breathed out.
His lips pressed against my clit as he suddenly sucked on it and I moaned. My hand released the trunk and covered my mouth, fear crawling over me that the others might’ve heard it.
