Page 114 of Redeeming the Villain
“Malik!”
“Mmm. I like hearing you scream my name.” He bites my neck and runs his tongue over the stinging sensation.
His restraint is gradually snapping with each thrust into me. This is affecting him just as much as it is me, and there is something so satisfying about that.
Staying quiet, I can’t fight the smirk on my lips as he slowly eases in and out of me, using all of my energy not to make a sound.
His eyebrow cocks up. “Oh, yeah? You want to play that game? Be a little brat? Let me show you just how fast I can have you moaning my name.”
Wrapping his hand around my throat, he squeezes at the sides, and a burst of euphoria erupts in my core. My back arches off of the bed as his other hand wraps around my ankle. Lifting my leg up in the air, he leans it against his chest, hooking it over his shoulder. The position change somehow opens my body up more for him.
Fighting the absolute need to moan, I bite my cheek as he sinks deeper inside of me.
“Oh, baby, you are going to drive me fuckinginsane.”
His chain hangs in the air between us, like his dark hair, as his pace picks up, pounding into me over and over as my resolve begins to disintegrate.
Those long fingers of his hold my thigh in place, and the image alone has me nearly exploding.
Wait, what is that?
“Malik,” I whimper as he slams into me, clouding every rational thought in my head, “is my name tattooed on your knuckles?”
Growling, he digs his fingers into my thigh, and it nearly sends me over the edge.
“I’m obsessed with you. You consume every thought in my goddamn head.” He thrusts harder. “Isn’t it clear, baby? I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.”
His confession tears through my body, and I cry out, moaning and whimpering through each shuddering breath. “Malik, Malik, oh my Godddd!”
My eyes slam shut.
He squeezes my throat and commands me, “Open them. I need to see the look in your eyes as you come on my cock.”
Somehow, every nerve in my body electrifies, and wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me.
“There you go, my good fucking girl. Come on me. Drench it, baby.” He fucks me passionately, his thrusts long and sensual as I float above the bed.
Standing to his height, he grabs my hips and pulls me toward him as he slams back into me, each thrust from tip to hilt.
In four long and fevered thrusts, he groans and pulls out of me. Pumping himself vigorously, he moans.
“Oh fuuuck,” he growls, coming hard, his cum shooting onto my stomach.
For moments or hours—who the hell knows?—our breathing fills the room like a harmony I want to play over and over again.
Stepping away from me, he walks into the bathroom and grabs a towel.
With the biggest smile on his face, he cleans me up and then himself before tossing the towel in the hamper. Walking back to me, he slides into bed beside me and kisses my forehead.
“How are you feeling? Need water?”
His attentiveness warms me to the core.
“Maybe some clothes?” I laugh, propping myself up onto my elbows.
He taps his chin. “Hmm … no can do. I prefer you like this.”
Rolling my eyes, I shove his chest lightly and lean away from him, but he catches my jaw and pulls me back, aligning his mouth with mine.
