Page 107 of Autumn Queens & Shadows

“You’re nice to sit on,” I attempted to casually reply while struggling to undo the last knot on his wrist.

“Mhm. Need some help?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Looks like it.”

Finally, I hacked the knot, setting his wrists free. I couldn’t really rejoice in the achievement because his eyes had dropped to my exposed thigh that my short nightgown had not managed to cover.

He lifted a hand and touched the burnt scar there that curled all the way up to my hip and grazed my stomach just a little, too.

“It isn’t as bad as Eren’s,” I said, tugging the nightgown down. “His are everywhere.” The black craft fire from that night had managed only to lick at my skin, because Eren had protected me with his whole body. He’d curled on top of me when the ceiling had burnt and fallen on us. Despite the painful burns, he had never surrendered to the pain until I’d been safe. He’d been so worried about my little wound that he’d forgotten about his own.

The words left me before I even realised. “I miss him. I miss my big brother.”

Malik’s eyes drew shut. “That’s lovely and all, but please don’t say that when you’re up there so close to my cock.”

I relentlessly smacked at his chest, but that only made him laugh harder.

“You’re ripping the innocence out of me, woman,” he chuckled, covering his chest with both arms, acting scandalised.

“You’re so vexing,” I said, surrendering and laying on him, my cheek resting on his shoulder.

His arms slowly came around me and he sighed, tightening his hold as if I was suddenly going to change my mind and run off.

“Sweetheart,” he groaned. “You might have to get off soon.”

“Alright,” I murmured, breathing him in. For a minute, I hesitated before asking, “Are you going to let me watch again?”

He groaned, tightening his grip around me and pressing his mouth on my neck. “I was thinking of something else.”

My heart started to race furiously, and I sat up a little. “Like what?” I breathlessly asked, and he smiled up at me.

His hand came up to caress my cheek and then it fell to the strap of my nightgown, toying with it as he slowly pulled it down until one of my breasts was bare before him. And like I was the most delicate little thing, he ghosted his finger over my nipple.

I gasped, feeling more wetness pooling on my underwear and nerves tightening between my thighs.

He held onto me and sat up, pushing my hips to rest over his own, over his thick bulge. He buried his face on my neck, leaving gentle kisses everywhere and making his way towards my chest. The anticipation had me rolling my hips against his, trying to feel just a small friction to relieve some of that ache building there.

He groaned, holding onto my hips tightly so I wouldn’t move, depriving me of just a tiny bit of relief. Just when I was about to beg him for it, his mouth closed around my nipple. “Fuck,” he breathed, nuzzling his face against it. “You taste as good as you smell.”

“Malik—”

“Mmm,” he hummed, palming my breast and pinching my nipple between his fingers.

“Just…just,” I panted, not even able to think let alone speak as he played with my body, licking and biting.

“We have a lot to talk about first before I fuck you, little bird.”

“About what?”

“About one secret you’re holding back from me.” He kissed my neck and tortured my nipple between his fingers until I started forgetting my own name. Lifting me up, he rolled us until I was on my back and he was hovering over me. “Touch yourself. I want you to slide your fingers inside your pretty little cunt and come for me while I come for you.” Pushing his hands under my nightgown, he hooked his fingers on my underwear and slowly pulled them down, dragging them down my thighs and then pocketing them. “Touch what I can't touch just yet.”

Giving my nipple one last suck, he got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom, leaving me there the most frustrated I’d ever been.

Pulling back my nightgown, I lowered my hand between my thighs, feeling the slickness stick to my skin and shivering when I slid my fingers there. I’d never needed to do something so badly. Partly because I knew he was doing the same behind that door, and partly because I was on the brink of losing my mind from the pulsing ache his mouth and hands had left behind.

My fingers circled my core and I moaned from how sensitive the motion felt, making my thighs shake and my stomach quiver. I wanted him there, his mouth, his fingers, his thick cock. Gods, yes.