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He pulls out suddenly, and my body immediately mourns the loss of his hot cock inside it. I let out a pitiful whimper, and he chuckles as he kisses my shoulder.
His hands are rough and gentle at the same time as he flips me over, laying me down with my back against the leather of the couch. I stare up at him, lost in the burning heat of his gaze, and he stares right back at me.
“I need to fuck you like this,” he says roughly, emotions churning in his eyes. “Face to face. I need to see you.”
I swallow hard as he lifts my hips up with one hand and then guides his cock right back into my sopping pussy.
It’s just this side of too sensitive, and I shiver at the feeling, squirming in his hold.
“I can’t come again,” I tell him, sounding breathless and wrecked. “I can’t.”
“Say the safe word if you wanna stop.”
Malice freezes, going completely still, his cock only half buried inside me as he waits to see if I’m going to say it.
But I don’t.
I want this. I want him. I want to be pushed right up to the edge of what I can take, just so that IknowI can take it. And more than anything, I want to feel this man come inside me.
He waits for another few seconds, and when I shake my head, my lips tilting up in a challenging grin, fierce pride rises up alongside the desire in his expression. His answering grin is sinful, and he dips his head down to kiss me hard. His teeth graze my lower lip, and his tongue delves into my mouth, intense and almost furious with need.
I can taste it in him, and I whimper into the kiss as he starts moving again.
When he pulls back, that heat is still in his eyes, but it’s tempered by something warm and possessive.
“I want you to come again for me,” he says lowly.
“I—”
“You can. Don’t think about anything else, Solnyshka. Justfeel. Just let yourself have everything you deserve.”
He doesn’t look away from me for a second, rolling his hips and thrusting into me all the way to the root. It’s such a contrast to the hard, almost brutal way he was fucking me before. This is slow and deep, our gazes locked together.
I can feel every inch of him as he works his cock into me, and when he pulls out, my inner walls seem to cling to him, making the resulting drag of skin on skin so spine-tinglingly good.
Each time he buries himself in me, it’s a hard, penetrating feeling, and it rocks me to my core. I clutch at him, needing an anchor, needing to feel grounded, as I stare into his dark eyes.
He stares right back into mine, and it almost feels like we’re speaking without words.
I can feel the love coming from Malice. The protectiveness. The desire. All the things he’s willing to do for me and to me, just to keep me safe and happy. There’s no difference in the way he looks at me now, compared to how he looked at me before I got taken by Troy.
Nothing that happened has changed anything for him, except for making him more determined to keep me safe. But the feelings are the same. The love is the same.
All of a sudden, it’s so much. The emotions are filling me up, expanding inside my chest until there’s no more room to contain them. I gasp softly, overwhelmed and overcome, and tears well in my eyes and start to spill over.
“Willow?” Malice freezes again, alarm crossing his harsh features. He moves likes he’s going to pull out, but I wrap my legs around his waist and shake my head.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “You’re not hurting me. Please don’t stop.”
“Solnyshka,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t stop.
He keeps going, moving in steady strokes that somehow seem to match the waves of emotion coursing through me. He dips his head, kissing away the tears, his lips finding each one as they track down my cheeks.
“I love you,” he breathes. “Never gonna let anyone hurt you again. I swear it on my life. On my fucking soul. Never, Solnyshka. Never.”
My fingers slide over his heated skin, memorizing every line and curve of his muscled frame. He’s gotten a little sweaty just like I have, and I feel as if we’ve both been reduced to our most basic, raw state. We couldn’t hide anything from each other in this moment even if we tried.
Every atom in my body is attuned to him, and slowly, something hot begins to build low in my belly. The spark is muted at first, from me being oversensitive and emotional, but it’s there all the same.
