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“I don’t want you to be anyone else, Malcolm. Only yourself.”
Jesus Christ. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
There are no better words designed to slay me. My entire life…I’ve wanted nothing more than to prove I wasn’t my father, wasn’t the useless shit he made me feel like, wasn’t disposable and forgetful like my mother and the woman who came after her made it seem. And then I fell in love with Nala, and all I wanted was to be a man worthy of her. Now, she tells me it’s me, and even when my brain rejects that idea, my heart—the fucker—it lights with hope that she might be telling me the truth.
Humbled, I close my eyes for a second. “I don’t know how to be gentle,” I say again, opening my eyes to meet hers. “But I know I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. I want you so much my body physically craves yours in a way that makes it hard to slow down.”
Her expression gets soft, and then mischievous as she tightens her legs around me. Arching her back a little more so we’re pressed together, her bare center rubbing all over my hard dick, she wraps her arms tight around me and sets her lips at my ear. “I never asked you to go slow.” Then she bites me.Hard.
“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing her neck and crushing her lips to mine. Still kissing her, I shift my grip, keeping one hand under her hips, and anchoring the other at the back of her neck while I turn us toward the bed.
And then I fall, shifting at the last minute so I hit the bed first, and she lands cradled against me. Before she can take a breath, I’m rolling again, dragging my casted leg with me, pinning her beneath me while I take my lips on a rough journey over her body, the need I’d been trying to tether springing free until I let it guide me and take us both into the fire.
I stop at the gentle valley between her breasts, lapping at the skin there that tastes faintly like chlorine and the sea and coconut—all pieces of Nala. One hand on the bed keeping balance, I use the other to cup one of her breasts, plumping it to my lips where I can take the peak into my mouth again. When Nala cants her hips toward me, letting loose a long groan, I want to shout in triumph. Instead, I release her with a wet pop, and move to give the other breast the same treatment. By the time I shift lower, she’s writhing underneath me, her hands scraping over my skin, doing their best to get beneath the shorts I’m still wearing and find me.
My blood sings at the thought of her taking me into her hand, but before that happens, I need to taste her.
Sliding to the edge, I hit the floor on my knees, oblivious to my cast and anything else except for Nala, and the vison she makes spread out before me.
“Malcolm,” she says in a husky whisper. I just shake my head, hands wrapping around her hips to yank her closer. Pushing both of her knees back, I lean in and devour her, going harder when she cries out. I’m mad with just one taste of her, and every time she tries to pull away, mumbling incoherent things, I go with her, using my hands on her legs to spread her wider, to control her.
When she comes, she almost takes me with her. Pressing my lips to the inside of her thighs, and then her stomach, I breathe deep and hope to Christ I don’t embarrass myself. I stand and shed my shorts and boxer briefs in one movement, remembering to grab my wallet at the last second.
“Are you ready for me, Nala?”
Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are at half mast, but she’s watching my hands as I roll the condom down my hard length. And I see the heat fill her again, the need, and I nearly shake with the desire that slams into me. Instead of crawling on top of her, I kneel on the bed between her legs, leaning down enough to slide my hands under her hips and pull her toward me so the backs of her thighs rest on the incline of mine.
Lining us up, I pause, looking into her eyes. My body physically revolts at the action, but I ignore the burning need way down deep and wait until Nala’s eyes clear, so she understands there is no going back. “You’re mine now, Nala. Do you understand?”
I let myself slide in mere inches, but when she doesn’t agree, I stop, pulling a whimper from her and a cursing groan from me. “You have to say it. I won’t take you until you do.” Bending over her to rest my weight on one hand, an angle which pushes me even further inside, I hiss out a breath and use my teeth on her lips. “Say you’re mine, Nala, and let me have it all.”
She hesitates long enough that I start to pull away, but then she tightens her thighs at my waist and gives me the words. “Yours,” she expels, breathless and needy. “I’m yours Malcolm.”
I stare at her a moment, cock pulsing, heart pounding, replaying those words over and over again. Mine. She’s mine. “Now take me.”
Her demand is guttural, and it spurs my body to life again.
Pulling out a little, I give a sly smile when she whimpers, before I thrust forward, pushing nearly to the hilt and drawing a gasp from her. “So tight,” I mutter, sweat forming at the base of my spine. I use my free hand to slip between her legs where we’re joined, finding the spot that makes her go lax before surging forward, this time seating myself all the way inside of her.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hiss, seconds from exploding. I hear more whimpers, and when I look down her cheeks are wet. “Nala,” I say, but she shakes her head. Reaching down, I grip her chin, manipulating her hips with my other hand as my hips begin to rock. “Nala,” I say again, slowing until my strokes are torturous and she looks at me. “I’m yours.”
She shakes her head once more, and it scrapes at my heart. “Yours,” I say with more force, rolling and bringing her astride me. Hands still at her hips, I begin lifting and dragging her in a rhythm that has my body tightening and my spine tingling. “Every fucking part of me—yours,” I grit out, and then I bring her down at the same time that I arch up, my thumb finding her clit until she’s screaming my name and coming all around me.
Cuffing the back of her neck, I fold her over me, hips still pumping, so my tongue can tangle with hers.
I love you.
I don’t know if I say it or feel it, but my body explodes and I wrap my arms around her, burying myself inside of her with my face at her neck, the words repeating over and over.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
