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Then, one hand leaves mine and slides between us, down to the heat of my center, and I can’t hold back my whimper, the cry of delight that has my toes curling and my neck arching. When his mouth meets my breast, his fingers plunge deeper, and I’m shot from the cliff, spiraling out of control until I land in his arms.
“Beautiful.” His voice is harsh, the sound of his words scraping from his throat while he releases me long enough to search out a condom and roll it on. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me, Nala.For me.”
Malcolm leans down, lining up our hips, lips taking mine in kiss that hints toward savage. And then he leans back, eyes on mine, one hand holding him up on the bed, the other lying flat over my heart.
“I love you.” The words pour from him as he pushes inside of me. My breath leaves, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out, from reciprocating. Malcolm pushes to his knees, shifting the hand over my heart to under my hips to bring them higher. When he pushes deeper, I swear my teeth almost saw through my lip. “I’ve loved you since before I knew what love was, before I understood what it could do to me. What you could do to me.”
I shake my head, my heart throbbing with his words, my body pulled to the inexplicable pleasure even when my brain is telling me to run away and keep myself safe.
Malcolm is Malcolm, though, the hurricane who won’t be denied. “Do you know how it feels to love someone and try to forget—to lie to yourself every day, and tell yourself it’s better,that they arebetter, without you, knowing the entire time you will never be whole without them?” He pauses, leaning down until his mouth hovers over mine.
I’ve lost the battle with my emotions. Tears stream down my cheeks, blurring my vision until he’s nothing but a beautiful kaleidoscope. “But you’re not better without me, are you?” I don’t answer, and he swivels his hips, ripping a cry from me. Triumph spreads over his face. “You’re not better without me, and I’m sure as fuck not whole without you. You’re my heart, Nala,” he says, and his voice is tender again, his movements languid and gentle as he rocks against me. “You have been since you were twelve, and I looked at you and saw the girl who would make my life whole again.”
His lips take mine, and I can no longer deny him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pour everything I am, everything I have, into the kiss, and when he buries his face in my neck and pushes us both to the edge, I jump willingly, because Malcolm Brady is my hurricane, and I’ll go wherever he asks, as long as he’s there.
