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Joy’slower bellyquivered. Slowly, heart pounding somewhere in her throat, she sat up.
It did bring her a little closer to him, but she didn’t feel as afraid as she thought she would. She’d thought, after her orgasm, she’d feel horribly naked, disgusted, but all she felt was powerful.
“I think it’s my turn to see,” she murmured, her eyes trailing down Malachi’s smoking robes.
“Joy.” The sound of her name, said with such growl, had Joy’s nipples tingling.
Malachi’s robes parted like the red sea without him touching them, and there was his dick.
Holy shit. It was thick—so thick she wasn’t sure it would ever fit inside her. It curved slightly toward his belly, with a tapered tip and three ridgescircling underneaththe head.
He was also dripping, sluggish streams of pre-come like trails of melted frosting sliding down his length. Joy’s mouth watered. She wondered if it’d taste as sweet as it looked.
His dick jerked like he could read her thoughts, and Joy felt the courage to move, closer, until she was sitting at the base of her bed with Malachi just about three feet from her.
“Let me see,” Joy repeated, her voice a husky whisper.
Malachi obediently reached for his dick. Unlike her, it seemed he was too close to take it slow, his hand flying over his dark flesh almost brutally, his wings flaring wide, his hips pumping.
Joy bit back a sound, clenching her thighs together when his tail appeared, sliding underneath his straining length to curve around the base, tugging at his heavy balls.
“God.” The feel of that tail between her thighs earlier had simultaneously felt too good at the same time that it had felt too alien, which was why Joy had pulled away. She wondered now, how the very tip of it would have felt parting the slick folds of her pussy.
Malachi was fucking his hand like a man—a demon?—possessed, his red eyes trained on her.
“Joy,” he said, making her clench her thighs harder. Her name had never sounded so good. “Fuck, Joy, let me—I want—”
“Yes?” Right now, in this moment, she would give him anything.
She wanted to stand, move a little closer, but she was still afraid to cross that line. Instead, taking a guess at what he wanted, she cupped her breasts and let her thighs fall open.
Malachi’s wings flared wide and he went silent as he came, hips snapping hard, his come splashing across his abs and his chest inshimmeringtrails of milky white. The sight of it had Joy’s pussy clenching in a mini-mirroring orgasm, her breath hitching in her throat.
From the light she could see through her pathetic curtains, the sun would soon be up.
Malachi watched her as she stood. He was collapsed against the wall, his eyes half-lidded, his expression one of lazy pleasure. His wings drooped behind him like the trail of a dark, fluffy wedding gown. Fuck, he looked so fucking debauched.
Joy trembled with satisfaction. She’d made him look like that, all without once touching him.
“Gotta head to work soon,” she said, winking at him, pretending she didn’t care one bit about her nakedness as she headed for the bathroom.
She’d thought the closed bathroom door between them would break the spell. Now the shame would come. Now the clarity would return, and she’d ask herself what the fuck she’d done. There was supposed to be disgust, self-hate—
But all there was was pleasure.
SIX
It had been hours since their little tryst, and Malachi still felt primed like a fucking bull. He could hardly take his eyes off her—had to keep his hands clenched in his lap like it would keep him from doing something reckless. He couldn’t believe that was his first sexual experience with another being; it was no wonder some humans were obsessed with it, if that was how it felt.
Almighty, looking back, he didn’t know how the fuck he’d managed to keep himself from touching her. Okay, that was a lie; he hadn’t touched her because she hadn’t wanted to be touched. He’d tasted enough in the delicious cocktail of emotions she’d been giving off to know the moment had been all about her, not that Malachi minded in the least. In fact, he’d felt downright honoured she’d let him witness her reclaiming her pleasure.
Joy acted like nothing had happened, like she hadn’t made Malachi come so hard—without even oncetouchinghim—he could still feel it in his dick hours afterward. She’d had an early shift today, which meant she was back before nightfall. They still had time before she continued with her torture.
When she was done making her meal—yam and egg sauce—she came over to the sofa.
Her scent went sweet and warm, nearly making Malachi sway forward like she was magnet and he was metal, his mouth flooding with saliva.
“Move,” she commanded.
