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“I am very young, if you want to look at it that way, yes. But demons do not age like humans do. We are born already grown and self-sufficient, and learn about everything else in a relatively short amount of time.”
“Ah.” Her hands began to move again. Her breaths sped up as her fingers tangled in his curls, before touching the base of his horns. Her scent thickened. Malachi’s mouth watered. “And you’ve never—no one’s ever—?”
“No,” Malachi gritted, as the tips of her fingers stroked over the grooves of his horns. “Never … never like this.”
“No one has touched you like this?” she asked in genuine surprise, like Malachi had people lining up who wanted to sweetly explore him like this;without any attachments, just for the simple pleasure of feeling him.
“Never like this,” he admitted roughly.
“Just me?” Her scent went smoky, her voice husky with something that seemed almost possessive.
Malachi swallowed a sound. Fuck, he really liked the thought of that. He would very much like to be owned by Joy.
“Just you,” he whispered.
Her hands moved down again, cupping his face, stroking down along his throat, lingering over the pulse at the base of his neck, before pressing flat against the planes of his chest.
“Okay?” she whispered.
“Please.”
She trembled. “Darling.”
Malachi trembled in turn.Oh. He had never given much thought to human sentiments beyond thinking they were vaguely sweet.But Joy calling him “darling”—it was almost as good as it had felt to consume the essence of Desmond’s soul.
“You can touch me, too,” Joy whispered.
His hands immediately moved to rest heavily on her thighs. “Thank you.”
Joy trembled again. “Fuck, why does that turn me on so much?”
Malachi chuckled.
Joy shifted closer, then soft lips were pressing against a point directly underneath the side of his jaw. Malachi trembled all over. Joy kissed him again, her lips slightly parted so he felt the warm, damp brush of her tongue.
“Joy.” He groaned.
She opened her mouth wider, lightly sinking her teeth into the side of his throat.
Malachi growled, his hands moving up to her hips, to the fleshy globes of her ass. Her skirt must’ve shifted when she’d adjusted her position, because it was now bunched over her hips. That meant the only thing separating Malachi’s touch from her skin was the silky lace of her underwear.
Panting, she adjusted her position further until she was straddling his hips properly, then her lips were back on his jaw, her hands in his hair, drifting up until she was gripping the base of his horns.
Malachi grunted. His hips bucked, his grip on her ass tightening. Joy let out a soft cry, her hips rolling forward. He could feel the heat of her cunt through his robes—through the flimsy material of her underwear, and his dickstrained.
The movement had brought her face closer to his, their breaths puffing against each other’s mouths.
He abruptly fisted the short hair at the back of her head before his brain had finished processing the action, tilting her face and slanting his lips desperately over hers. Her lips were as soft as he’d imagined, her breaths rushed and hot. Her mouth opened, and Malachi took the invitation, plunging his tongue into their hot depths. She moaned, wrapped her lips around the organ andsucked, making Malachi’s hips jerk again. He began to thrust his tongue into her mouth, fucking into it, daring to slide even deeper, into her throat.
The movement of her hips grew frenzied, her grip on his horns making him see fucking stars. Without much thought, his robes abruptly parted so the thin material of her panties was the only barrier between them. The lips of her pussy were swollen and so fuckingslick, parting around the girth of his dick, the heat of her cunt mercilessly teasing him witheachrock of her hips.
Eventually, she had to pull back from the kiss to gasp. Saliva dripped from her chin and jaw as his tongue slid wetly out of her mouth. She was still gripping his horns, still rocking her hips, rolling them almost frantically, taking her pleasure.
“Fuck,” Malachi snarled, digging his heels into the floor so he could move his hips into her thrusts.
“Malachi.” She sobbed.
Malachi’s hips jolted again, his thighs shaking. “Fuck.” It wasn’t his True Name, but he was his name all the same, and it felt like fucking ambrosia coming from her lips.
