Page 47 of Fated In Ruin
I didn’t stop licking until she was still, until I’d devoured every drenched drop, until her fingers slipped from my head, still tangled in my braids, her breathing soft and even, studying me through half closed eyes. I pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her pale thigh, to her quivering stomach, my eyes burning.
If that was all she ever gave me, it was enough.
Even if tonight ended right here, even if Vicious never…
“I want you, Malachi.” She managed to brush a trembling fingertip down my cheek. “I want your cock inside me. I want you to fill me up. Tomorrow, when we face Ravok, I want to smell you all over me.”
21
EVANGELINE
Ididn’t even know where those words—these base, primal wants—were coming from.
Not human, not witch, but pure vampire carnality, and I didn’t even have an ounce of shame, especially not when Malachi’s gaze ignited, his face tightening with lust.
His full lips, shining with my juices, might have been the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
That quickly, need rose to the surface again, an achy, demanding urge that had me sitting up, stripping off my shirt, the cool air in the room washing over me, my skin prickling. With a wave of his hand, Malachi ignited a fire in the hearth, candles glowing on the mantle, the room suffused in warmth and light and his heady scent.
Then it was my turn to lay back on the bed and watch him shrug off his jacket, powerful shoulders shifting, his ravenous stare raking over me as thoroughly as his tongue had just ravaged my pussy. I went to close my legs, but he stopped me with a shake of his head.
“No, lay back and let me look.” His deep, rough purr shivered over me, demand and worship and lust mixed into one and every muscle in my body tensed in anticipation. “You don’t know how long I’ve imagined you like this.”
He’d…imagined me? Malachi Draven, my worst enemy…had imagined me like this?
Slowly, I laid back on the cool, silky sheets, drowning in his stare, the hunger he wasn’t bothering to hide, and I lost myself in the possibilities that lurked in his greedy gaze, in the clenching of his jaw, in the way those sharp fangs pinched his full bottom lip.
I was in dangerous, dangerous territory and…there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
“I want to stamp you on my memories, and with the light on your skin you are…” His tongue swept out, and my entire body clenched, desperate for him. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I never want to forget you like this. You are perfect, Vicious, absolutely perfect.”
I was a coiled spring, every part of me aching for him, ready for him to sweep me away, to devour me and chew me up, then go over the edge with me. Somehow, I knew, once we did, there would be no coming back.
He flicked open the top button on his shirt and I couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop myself from drinking in every inch of creamy flesh he exposed as his shirt opened to the navel, where a hint of dark blond hair began.
I wanted to lick down that line, drop to my knees before him, have him hold my head steady while he worked his cock in and out of my…
“Vicious,” he hissed. “Keep that up and tonight will be over before it begins. I’m not rushing this. I want to savor you. I intend to sample every single pleasure you have to offer, and by the time I am done with you, you won’t be able to walk, and the insides of your thighs will be coated with me.”
That ball of ache between my legs turned to a roar and I dropped a hand to my pussy and spread myself open for him, stroking myself as his face hardened to stone.
What if…that’s what I want? For you to use me, like you threatened. I want to be at your mercy, helpless…I sucked in a quick, nervous breath.I want you to mix pain with the pleasure and make me feel it all, Malachi.
He was frozen, fingers on his waistband, eyes glued to where I worked my fingers in and out, little pants coming between his parted lips.
“Make the world disappear. If only for tonight,” I begged softly.
The tension snapped, he shredded his pants as he peeled them off, his cock—gloriously hard, veined and enormous—springing out, the flat head so engorged it was almost purple. The shiver that went through me was tangible, my entire body writhing against the mattress, my plunging fingers so fucking insignificant to the thickness that was about to be inside me.
“Please, stop teasing me. I need you to fill me up.”
But he didn’t move, just began to stroke himself, until precum beaded at his top, my mouth watering as I yearned to surge forward and taste him for myself. I pushed off the bed and…
Was dragged back down, hands over my head, until I lay flat and spread, glamoured shackles tightening around my wrists and ankles as he tugged my legs wider.
“Stay right there. You want me to mix some pain with the pleasure, you wicked little thing?” His gaze swept over me appraisingly, one eyebrow cocked and he rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the moisture until it gleamed. “That can be arranged,” he murmured, almost to himself before he reached for a flickering candle.
“Have you ever done anything like this before, Evangeline?” He asked, all teasing gone from his voice. “Tell me the truth, so I know where to start and how far to go.”
