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He handled me like a rag doll, as if I weighed little to nothing.
“Shut up.”
He was prepared to dominate again. His lapse in leadership hadn’t lasted long, but I’d enjoyed every second of it. But this side of Malachi, I loved even more.
His strokes picked up in pace. His eyes never left mine. I bounced up and down, fitting every inch of him into me. He felt like my favorite place. He felt safe.
“Malachi,” I groaned.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“Malachiiiiiiii.”
“Say it again.”
“Malachiiii.”
“Say it—”
“Malachi. Malachi. Malachi. Malachi. I’m cummmmm—Urgh.”
He pulled out of me and lowered me to my feet. I fell to my knees, craving a taste of him. Before I could take him into my mouth, I felt his long fingers on my scalp as he pulled me back up by my hair. Forcefully, he bent me over the railing and placed a hand on my back to deepen my arch.
“Maaaaaaalac—” I screamed as he re-entered me.
“You don’t belong here, Aeir.”
His thighs smacked against mine, causing the sweetest sound. I creamed as I listened to him and our bodies as they collided.
“Ummmm. Yesssss,” I murmured.
“You need to go home.”
“Make me, Malachi,” I challenged, tossing my body backward and into his.
The sound of our skin smacking grew louder and louder until I felt his fingers around my neck, depriving me of oxygen. His lips touched my ear.
“I don’t have a heart left to give. You need to fucking run.”
His threat made me gush. I’d never chased a man in my life, but I was ready to lace up my best sneakers and run the distance to catch this one. He was mine. He belonged to me, and giving up wasn’t an option. My heart told me so. My head told me so.
I reached back, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled his ear closer to my mouth.
“Cum inside of me,” I begged, caring nothing about the consequences of my actions.
“ARGH!” Malachi howled, knocking my hand off his neck and gripping my waist.
He pounded into me, releasing his pent-up anger, frustration, and agony. And, when he was all done, his seeds poured into my canal, making a home for themselves. Happily, I leaned forward onto the railing and rested my face on my arms.
“Go home, Aeir,” he warned a final time before running off into the darkness.
It didn’t matter how far he ran, I knew he’d always return. Not from pattern or out of habit. I wasn’t sure of his habits yet. I hadn’t been around long enough. I knew he’d return because it was what he was supposed to do. It was his only option.
As good as it might’ve felt, and as much guilt as it might’ve relieved for Malachi to demand I leave and go back to Channing, he didn’t want me to go anywhere. His heart wouldn’t be able to take it. If I packed my bags and returned by morning, he’d come find me. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind. It was factual. He’d come running, but I couldn’t have that on my conscience. He’d suffered enough. He was exhausted already.
EIGHT
The soundof the doorbell was as common as my daily showers now. Every night around the same time, I could expect it. I could expect her. Yet, and still, I refused to see her pretty face or invite her sacred energy into my space. It was addictive. She was addictive. And, falling victim to her drug left me with guilt that outweighed the grief. I never imagined it was possible.
