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It didn’t feel—it wasn’t—she neededmore. She tilted her head back, clenching her eyes shut, straining to feel—
That tongue was still moving inside her, still filling her up, but it felt like there was a pad of cotton inside her, dampening the sensation. She tried to yank him closer, tried to rock her hips harder, but it did nothing to assuage the ache.
The pure frustration had her shooting awake in her bed, back in the real world. It was dark, all the lights off. Ugh, NEPA. Fucking nuisances.
She was tangled in her sheets, her body hot and sweaty. Her nipples were stiff aching points, and her clit was throbbing like a little heartbeat. It was so fucking hot. Why was she wearing clothes? She usually slept in only her panties.
Joy rolled onto her back, lifting her knees up and spreading her thighs. She shoved her hand down her pyjama bottoms and into her underwear, letting out a soft mewl when her fingers came in contact with her sopping pussy, with her pulsing clit. Fuck, holy shit, she was so fucking close already. She immediately began to stroke, rotating her wrist furiously, her eyes rolling back and her hips jerking into her touch, another wanton sound escaping her, her cunt clenching around nothing.
The unfamiliar sound in the dark quiet of her room—sounds she hadn’t made in a fucking long time—suddenly had her coming to full awareness.
Wait.
Fuck!
Her whole body tensed as her eyes darted in the direction of the sitting room, her heart leaping into her throat.
Her cunt clenched almost violently when she found a pair of red eyes gleaming in the darkness, watching her.
Oh God. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Her arousal wasn’t waning, no, it was ramping up. Her cunt clenched again. She could feel wetness practically pouring out of her, dripping down between her arse cheeks and pooling onto the sheets underneath her.
Could he smell her?Tasteher? Did hewanther?
The thought nearly had her whimpering, but she bit her lip. She was almost afraid to move. Despite this, her clit was throbbing harder; her thighs were beginning to shake.
Malachi moved. Those red eyes came closer, closer. He was moving slowly enough that she realised he was probably waiting for her to tell him to fuck off. She didn’t.
The netting parted.
Joy had never been so aware of her body. Her tits felt so fucking full and heavy, the feel of her shirt scraping against her nipples like little lightning bolts of pleasure zinging straight to her clit.
Malachi moved until he was standing a few feet from the bottom of her bed, close to the wall. Joy was still frozen. She’d never been this fucking wet in her entire life.
“Joy.” Her name sounded loud, sweet like honey in the darkness. “Will you let me see?”
H-holy shit.
Joy hesitated for a moment, then she stopped thinking. She wanted this. Sheneededthis. The one time she’d thought she could maybe—
She shoved the memories aside almost furiously. Afterhim, she never thought she’d ever feel aroused again. She never thought she’d get to indulge in self-pleasure again. He had ruined everything with his touch, with his words—he’d taken everything.
Hunting him and then killing him was going to give Joy satisfaction; it was going to give her back a semblance of peace and happiness, and a little bit of healing.
But tonight, Joy was going to take back her body.
She shoved the covers aside.
Malachi sucked in a short breath. “Joy,” he breathed. “Thank you.”
Jesus fucking Christ, should that have made her wetter?
“Clothes, too,” he rasped, his tongue flicking out. “Let me see how you touch that pretty little cunt.”
God.
Joy pushed her pyjama bottoms off, then her panties. She didn’t sit up to remove her shirt. Sitting up would bring her closer to him, and she didn’t want to get any closer right now. Right now, she still felt like she was in a dream; she didn’t want anything to ruin this fantasy.
