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Malachi groaned, and did exactly as he was told. He curled his tongue inside her so it hit all the right spots, not slowing down his thrusts until Joy was shaking again.
Her legs abruptly locked around his head, her heels digging into his wings, her hands practically yanking on his horns as she came again, her cunt spasming so hard his tongue was forced out of her. The moment it slipped out, she proceeded to squirt all over his face.
“H-Holy shit.” Her voice sounded scratchy. Fuck, had she been screaming? “H-Holyfuckingshit.”
Malachi moved. He gripped her hips, then tugged her easily up the bed until she was lying in the middle of it, before he practically fell on top of her, desperately joining their mouths.
Joy tangled her fingers in his soft curls, kissing him back just as desperately. The taste of her cunt in his mouth lit her up from inside out, had her gripping his hair more tightly, kissing him so hard her teeth pressed painfully against the inside of her lips.
She spread her thighs wide so he could settle properly between them. His robes must have disappeared at some point, because all she could feel was soft, smooth skin. Groaning, Joy hungrily ran her handsuphis bare back, across his broad shoulders, over his muscled arms. Her hands found his wings, sinking into his soft, fluffy feathers. The sound he made when she tugged on them went straight to her cunt.
Malachi abruptly broke the kiss with a lewd sounding smack and sat up, forcing her to let go of his wings. His hands found the edge of her top, grasping, then he ripped it off, flinging the torn pieces across the room. He slid a claw underneath the strap of her bra between her breasts, and tore it neatly in two.
Joy’s breasts happily spilled out of their confinements. She felt so fucking wanton now, dressed in nothing but her heels, and tatters of her white, lace bra.
“Jesus.” She squirmed. “You fucking animal.”
He grinned, his smile edged with a hint of fang. “You don’t smell so upset.”
“Stop smelling me.”
He laughed, cupping her tits, stroking his thumbs over her stiff nipples. Joy moaned, arching into the touch. Her stomach swarmed with wild butterflies at the sound of his laughter. Had she ever heard him laugh before? She wanted to make him laugh again. He leaned down to take one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking gently, laving her sensitive nipple with his tongue, and all thoughts flew from her head.
“Malachi,” she whined.
He made an encouraging sound around her breast, slightly increasing the pressure, scraping sharp teeth over the peak and sending her breath hissing sharply out of her.
He adjusted his position on top of her, parting her thighs wider and shifting his hips until his stiff length came in contact with her cunt.
“Fuck.” He pulled back from her tit, his mouth slack, rocking his hips messily, gliding his dick through her excessive wetness. “Fuck.”
His desperation was like a fucking aphrodisiac. She’d come twice, yet here she was, ready to fucking go again.
“Yeah, come on,” she begged, gripping his hair, rolling her hips into the stuttered grind of his own. “Do it, Malachi.” She wanted him to fill her right fucking now—so much she couldn’t think. “Fuck me, fuck me—”
Malachi’s head felt like it was swamped in fog. All he could see, breathe, and feel was Joy. She was so fucking wet, the sinful glide of her pussy along his length short-circuiting his brain.
“Fuck me.” She was begging. “Please, please—come on, Malachi, fuck me, fuck me—”
Panting, desperate, his dick fuckingdripping, he balanced on one elbow, reaching between them so he could aim his prick at her cunt. She spread those soft, lush thighs wider, lifting her hips slightly, giving him better access.
He froze just before he made contact with her flesh. “Fuck. Protection?”
Joy shook her head quickly. “I’m STD-free, last time I checked. And I literally can’t get pregnant.” She knocked on her lower belly like it was an empty container. “No uterus.” She waggled her eyebrows. Her expression and her scent made his lips twitch; she sounded so pleased about it. “Debilitating fibroids when I was twenty-one,” she explained when she noticed his curiosity. “Decided to just get rid of the whole thing since I’m not interested in having children.”
Malachi nodded. “I can use my magic to make sure I’m safe, and I’ve never been with anyone,” he added in a rush.
Joy’s eyes widened. “What? Really? No one? Ever?” She squirmed; her scent went dark, smoky with possessiveness.
Fucking Almighty. “Yes.”
“Okay. Fuck. Come here.” He leaned down, and she kissed him—soft and sweet;slow and deep. “Okay, I’m ready—you can—”
Malachi pressed forward. He couldn’t suppress his moan when the head of his dick came in contact with her slick opening. He had to stop for a second, had to take a moment to breathe. Almighty, she was so fuckingwet; so hot and slick. He pressed harder against her, stars bursting behind his eyelids as her pussy slowly opened up for the head of his dick.
Malachi’s other hand clawed at the mattress. His lower belly was quivering. He was going really fucking slowly, his muscles nearly cramping from the effort it was taking to not just cram his entire length into her.
She managed to take the tapered head, but her body refused to take any more. He shifted his legs, trying to change the angle, but the sharp scent of pain immediately halted him.
