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Thirty-Eight
Connie
With Malakai’scum sliding down my throat, the salty taste an aphrodisiac like no other, I release him gently and stand. He grasps hold of my shoulders to steady himself, and for the first time in my life I feel powerful. Knowing what I do to him is like a drug. I want to please him every day for the rest of my life. I want him to do wild, dirty things to me. I want him to touch me, lick me, fuck me,loveme.
I want his adoration and his love.
Without waiting a moment longer, I grab his hand and pull him into his hut. The wood is still warm beneath my feet from a day filled with blistering heat. I arrived in the early hours of the morning and even though jet lag is beginning to make itself known, it isn’t strong enough to dampen my need for Malakai. Sleep can wait.
Knowing he was here on the same resort and not going to him immediately was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. The barman had been kind enough to loan me his guitar and after I told him my plans, he agreed wholeheartedly to let me sing. He told me how Malakai came to the bar every night at the same time to drink alone and watch the ocean as though he were waiting for something. Someone.
Now I’m here, and I intend on making it abundantly clear that I don’t ever want to be parted from him again.Neveragain.
I won’t survive his absence one more time.
His hut is spacious and well-equipped, with a double bed covered in crisp white cotton bedding. Every piece of furniture is made of a deep cherry wood that has been carved with exotic flowers and birds. White cotton curtains sway in the breeze and bright colourful cushions are scattered across a rattan sofa in the corner.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathe. Everything about this island is beautiful, exotic, wild in a different way to the island I grew up on.
“You’re beautiful. Nothing compares to you,” he hushes out, tugging me towards him as he sits at the foot of the bed. Drawing me between his legs, he wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close. “I never thought I’d see you again, Little Siren. I’d hoped, of course, but I never, ever believed you’d come here to find me…”
He rests his cheek against the flat of my stomach, his warm breath tickling my skin, driving me insane with need. Everything throbs for him. My heart, my clit, my soul. Everything.
“I love you, Malakai. Despite all the times you left me behind, I couldn’t leave you to the same fate. I knew I had to come here. I knew it was time to seek out what I wanted most. Your letter, it gave me the push I needed.”
Malakai presses a kiss against my stomach, his fingers grasping my hips. “I’m sorry for how I’ve behaved. I didn’t know how to deal with my emotions. I was afraid of…everything,Connie. It’s no excuse, I know that, but it’s the truth.”
His voice rumbles, the crack making my heart weep for him because I understand, I do. His mother was murdered before his eyes by his own father, a man who was as cruel and brutal as the King once was. Growing up in an environment where love is used against you, is seen as a weakness, can make the best of men crumble. I’m glad the cycle of pain is over now. I’m glad he’s free.
“Hush now. It’s all over. The King is dead and you’re free, Malakai. You’re free tolove,” I remind him.
He looks up at me. Eyes open, sincere, hopeful. “I am and tonight I’m going to love you, Little Siren.”
“Just tonight?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Not just tonight.Forever.”
“Forever,” I whisper.
I can see the love in his eyes. I can feel it between us. I know now that he loves me as deeply as I love him, but I can wait for the words. I can wait until he’s ready to utter them. Pushing him gently on the shoulders, I encourage him to lie down and allow myself to drink him in as he makes himself comfortable in the centre of the bed. A few grey hairs have appeared in his hairline, adding to his beauty, not distracting me from it. His hands are resting beneath his head, the muscles pulled taut and those thick veins of his forearms that I love so much bulging beneath his skin. I want to run my tongue along them. There’s something about Malakai that makes me feel wanton. I want to ride his face until I come. That thought has my lips parting and my skin flushing with heat.
“When you look at me like that, Little Siren, I feel as though I’m naked…” he smiles ruefully, a glimmer of mirth in his eyes.
“You are naked,” I remind him.
He’s gloriously, powerfully naked. My man-god, my Poseidon. Ripped with muscles, taut, fucking beautiful. I want to sweep my fingers through the hair on his chest. I want to trace my fingers over every inch of him. I want to bite him.
“You know what I mean. You cut me deep, Connie. You cut me open.”
“Is it painful?” I ask, kneeling on the bed beside him as I trail my fingers up and down his chest and stomach, relishing in the feel of his warm skin and toned muscles. He’s so strong, so indestructible, physically at least. Malakai presses his eyes shut as he allows my touch to soothe him. We’ve gone from burning flames to a smouldering heat that’s equally as powerful.
“No, not now at least,” he assures me, pinning me with his stare.
“Talk to me, Malakai. Tell me what you mean,” I urge him, the flat of my palms running over his broad chest, delighting in the feel of him and the electricity that sparks between us whenever we touch. I ache for him and I can see that he still aches for me. His thick, erect cock is laying against his lower stomach. My pussy twitches with need, my clit throbs. One touch of his hand and I’ll fall over the edge.
“Iwantyou to see me. Iwantyou to look at me that way because it flays me open. I’ve never felt as deeply adored than when you look at me the way you do. You make me feel so fucking alive, Connie. You make me feel as if nothing and no one can destroy me so long as I have you by my side.”
My heart stretches, so full of his words, so near to bursting. “And before, when I looked at you this way…?”
