Page 131 of Beasts of Mine

“I am pleased.” Malek answered against my skin, making no attempt whatsoever to deny it.

“That honesty is going to become a problem.” I warned Malek, although my fingers were already curling around his shoulders to pull him closer.

“Later.” Malek murmured, his mouth moving lower before I could come up with another complaint. Then he made remembering the rest of the conversation impossible. Malek kissed down my stomach without rushing, his mouth warm against my skin while his hands followed the curve of my waist and hips. When he settled between my thighs, I expected the hunger I could smell on him to make him impatient. Instead, he pressed one lingering kiss against the inside of my knee, then another higher and another after that until I was the one losing patience.

“Malek.” I breathed his name as my fingers found his hair. He answered with a low purr against my inner thigh before his mouth found me. The first pass of his tongue sent a jolt through me sharp enough that my hips lifted from the blanket, but Malek caught me with both hands and did it again. His grip stayed firm around my thighs as his tongue moved over me, changing pressure and rhythm according to every reaction I gave him. When my legs tried to close around his shoulders, his purr vibrated directly against me and made the problem considerably worse.

I gasped, and Malek answered with a growl. His tongue slid lower, gathering slick before returning to the bundle of nerves that had me shifting restlessly beneath him. When he pressed two fingers against my entrance, I opened easily for him. He pushed inside slowly, and the curl of his fingers found the spot that made my back arch, my hand tightening in his hair.

“Good?” Malek asked against me, his eyes lifting to my face while his hand remained exactly where I wanted it.

“Don’t stop.” I answered Malek, my voice breaking enough that the instruction came out closer to a plea.

He didn’t.

His fingers kept moving while his mouth worked me until holding still became impossible. Tension gathered tighter through my stomach with every stroke, every curl of his fingers, and every vibration of his purr. When he added a third finger, I gasped at the added fullness. I’d already felt how hard he was against me earlier, and the care he was taking now made it obvious he intended to make sure I was ready for him.

The contrast between that patience and what his mouth was doing finally tipped me over. I came with a cry that bounced faintly off the rock overhang, my body clenching around his fingers while both hands found his hair. Malek stayed with me through it, his tongue gentling while his fingers remained inside me, holding the same pressure as the strongest aftershocks moved through me. By the time I could breathe normally again, my legs were still trembling.

Malek lifted his head, his eyes dark and hungry.

“Again.” I reached for Malek before he could ask whether I needed a minute and pulled him back toward me. A slow smile crossed his face. He kissed his way back up my body, letting me taste myself on his mouth before settling between my thighs. The blunt pressure of him against my entrance made me inhale sharply. He was thick—thicker than I had expected from what I had felt through his clothes—and the first push of his hips sent a stretching burn through me that made my nails press into his back.

“Easy.” Malek murmured against my jaw, his voice rough with the effort of holding himself back while his hand steadied my hip.

“I know what I can take.” I reminded Malek as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, making it clear I wasn’t asking him to retreat. The sound that left his chest was half purr, half growl. He entered me slowly, inch by careful inch, his breathing growing rougher with every second he forced himself to wait. I breathed through the strongest part of the stretch. Slick and everything he had already done made it easier, but I still felt every bit of him as he moved deeper, and Malek watched my face the entire time.

When he was finally fully inside me, both of us stopped. My legs tightened around his waist while his forehead rested briefly against mine.

“Move.” I pleaded with Malek as I shifted beneath him, impatient now that my body had adjusted. Malek’s hands tightened around my hips, and the careful pace disappeared. He moved harder and faster, each thrust dragging another sound from me. The blanket bunched beneath my back and the stone underneath was unforgiving in places, but none of it held my attention for long.

“You feel incredible.” Malek groaned, his voice rough enough that it barely sounded like the same man who had spent the morning asking about magazine layouts. His fingers flexed against my hips. “So tight around me.”

My body clenched at the praise. Malek felt it, and his purr surged as I dragged my nails down his back and felt the muscles beneath my hands tighten.

“Harder.” I gasped to Malek, my legs drawing him closer. “Please.”

Malek answered with a deep growl and gave me exactly what I asked for. His thrusts became harder, losing the deliberate control he had started with. The sound of skin against skin mixed with our breathing and the steady drip of water beyond the shelter, while cedar and honey filled the small space until I could barely distinguish one scent from the other.

Pleasure tightened through me again. Malek seemed to feel the change before I said anything, one of his hands sliding between us while the other caught the back of my neck and tipped my head enough for his mouth to find my throat.

“Come for me.” Malek urged against my ear, his voice strained as his fingers moved between us. “I want to feel you come around me.” The pressure of his hand and the harder rhythm of his hips hit together, and I couldn’t hold the release back. I cried out his name as my body clenched around him, my legs tightening while pleasure left me shaking. Malek growled against my shoulder but kept moving, his knot not even beginning to form yet.

“Not yet.” Malek held my hips steady when I started to go boneless beneath him, his growl rough against my skin. “I’m not done with you.”

The measured control I was used to seeing in him was gone from almost everything except the way he handled me. His hands stayed steady and his attention remained fixed on my reactions, but the rest of him was considerably less composed. He kept moving until the sensitivity started bordering on too much.

“Malek.” I gasped his name as my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Wait—just a second.”

“I’ve got you.” Malek slowed immediately, searching my face while one hand moved from my hip to the back of my neck. “Need me to stop?”

“No.” I shook my head and caught my breath before tightening my arms around him again. “Turn me over. I want you behind me.”

A rough sound escaped Malek as he pulled out carefully and helped me turn onto my hands and knees. My legs shook enough that one of his arms came around my waist until I found my balance. I was completely exposed to him in the new position, and my pulse jumped even though I had been the one to ask for it.

“Perfect.” Malek murmured from behind me, his palms following the curve of my spine before settling firmly at my hips. The praise sent another shiver through me. Malek positioned himself behind me again, the head of him pressing against my entrance. I pushed back instinctively, but he didn’t give me what I wanted immediately. Instead, he teased me with shallow thrusts, barely entering before withdrawing again.

Once.