Page 46 of Fated In Ruin
Giving her another boost of ecstasy.
And when she moaned, I drank that down, too, swallowed the sound like I could keep it with me forever, a token of this female who’d haunted my steps for most of my existence.
Evangeline’s fingers dug into the nape of my neck and pressed me tighter to her lips as she opened wider, offering herself up, her muscles softening, her hips writhing against my hard, throbbing cock, straining to shove into her wet pussy.
She would be perfect, that, I already knew. Wet and tight and perfect on my cock, and my balls tightened, a shiver streaking down my spine so hard and fast, I nearly came right then. But I would be deep inside her when I came, with her core clenching around me, milking me dry as I spilled, pumping her full.
I groaned, my entire body contracting in a shudder of pure lust and she laughed softly against my mouth, dragging her fingers through my hair, then grasping my wrist and pulling my hand between us, where heat burned bright.
“Touch me.” Her eyes were hazed over with desire. “Make me feel good.”
I ripped the button free on her pants, then the zipper, worked my hand down the front until I found what I wanted, every part of me tightening as my fingers slid through slick, swollen flesh, the smell of her filling my starving senses. She was so fucking wet, and I dragging my fingers over her opening up to her clit, hard and plump and her entire body torqued against me as I groaned again.
“That’s it, you’re so fucking ready for me, so fucking wet.” I rubbed my thumb across that hard nub and her hips shoved greedily into my touch. “I’m going to make you come all over my fingers, then you’re going to come on my cock like the dirty girl you are, Vicious.”
She made a desperate noise and I shoved a finger into her channel, felt her clamp down around me, then added another, pumping in and out, pinning her down on the bed, my thighs trying to push her wider…
“Too many clothes,” I ground out. “I need to see you. Taste you. I fucking need all of you, Vicious, and I need you right now.”
Her hips arced up off the bed, pupils dilating until there wasn’t a shred of blue left. “Then get these off and put your mouth on me.” Her body undulated in one long curve of movement. “Please Malachi,I’m burning up.”
“Fuck, yes,” I snarled, peeling her pants away, drowning in the delicious scent of her arousal. fuck, I could never get enough of her honey-sweet smell, and then I buried my face in her, licking up through her drenched folds like a starving male who’d been dreaming of this moment his entire life.
Vicious was fucking nirvana on my tongue, sweet and salty and forbidden in so many ways but I no longer gave a fuck. Nothing mattered except this.
Her cunt.
Her heart.
Her fucking soul.
I was going to claim this female and make her mine forever. I was done fucking waiting for fate or fucking destiny to give me a sign. I was taking what I wanted. I licked up the center of her, fastening my lips over her swollen clit, lashing that nub with my tongue. Hard. Fast. Ruthless.
Just the way she liked it, from the way her body arced up into my mouth and she cursed out my name.
I didn’t let up, I wanted her screaming, undone, mindless from pleasure, and I knew how to get her there, plunging two fingers in while I worked her with my mouth, my other hand clamped down on her stomach to keep her in place.
I want to taste you, Vicious, I want you to drench my tongue with your juices, and when you’re limp and sated and your throat is raw from screaming my name, I’m going to fuck every one of your holes, until you’re filled with me, covered with me, and every fucking one knows you belong to me.
I pushed her hard, merciless as she writhed and gasped, helpless to get away, taking everything I gave her as she whined and yanked at my hair, her pussy clenching tighter and tighter around my fingers as she got closer.
Yes. I want you, Malachi. Fuck me. Own me. Keep me forever.
I stole one look up her undulating body, hard nipples straining against her thin shirt, stomach straining against my palm. She was fucking magnificent.
I will. I’ll keep you, protect you, but never cage you, Vicious.
Now come for me.
Let me taste you.
Her strangled scream bounced off the walls as her essence flooded my mouth, so fucking sweet I couldn’t lap her up fast enough, couldn’t fucking push my tongue deep enough. I was too greedy for every drop, too fucking jealous of my fingers, buried deep inside her clenching channel.
I fucking felt her orgasm as if it were my own, the bone crushing swell of her release, the moment anticipation shattered and pleasure raced through me—us—like a sweep of almost-pain, reaching deep into the very heart of me, touching places I’d forgotten existed.
This was like being reborn, like I was seeing the sun for the first time, warmth spreading into every dark crevice until we glowed together.
Then light turned to dark, the world disappearing until she was all I knew—her taste, her joy, the very essence of what made her my sweet, vicious girl.
