Page 48 of Fated In Ruin
“No,” my uncertain gaze flicked between the lit candle and his face. “This is my first time.”
A low, guttural groan crawled up out of his throat and he began to stroke himself harder. “Good. We’ll start slow. I won’t burn you, love. This will sting for a moment, but I’ll make you feel so fucking good, I promise.”
His eyes flicked over my body before landing on my breasts, my nipples so hard they throbbed.
“So beautiful. So perfect. So…mine.” He stepped up beside the bed, then climbed beside me, dark eyes swallowing up all the light as he studied my mouth. “I’m not sure where to begin, honestly. If you only knew the fantasies I’ve had about you, Evangeline…you wouldn’t have invited me into your bed.”
“Yet here you are,” I murmured softly, writhing against the mattress, trying to create some sort of friction to ease the throbbing in my pussy, to counter the trickle of fear at the candle in his hand and all my wild imaginings of what he was planning to do next.
His cock was right there, and all I wanted was to taste him, topleasehim.
“Do you really?” His brows went up. “Then open your mouth, Vicious.” He plunged two fingers into between my lips, coated with him, tasting of cedar and salt and musk and I sucked, swirling my tongue around the tips, dipping between them as he forced them in deeper. “That’s it. So greedy, begging for all your holes to be filled.”
I closed my eyes.Yes. fill me up. Make me scream.
“Oh, I plan on filling you up, Vicious. Every single hole, over and over until you can’t move. Now don’t you dare bite down.”
Hot wax hit my nipple, dripping like lava down the rounded sides of my breast while I squirmed, that fast, intense burn followed by a shiver of pure pleasure as he pushed another finger into my mouth, forcing me open wider. “That’s it, take what I give you. Such a good girl,” he praised. “You beautiful thing, dying for me to use and fuck and fill any way I want.”
God, those filthy, filthy words turned my ball of ache into a desperate needywant, my empty core tightening down as he tipped the candle again and that same quick flash of pain sizzled through my other breast, followed by another warm flush of pleasure.
Little by little, Malachi painted my body with hot, molten wax, fed me his cum, dipped his head, biting and licking and tasting every inch of my skin, until I was begging for more. Every time I was close to imploding, he’d pull back and watch, chest heaving as I strained against his bonds, pleading for him to finish me.
“Please, Malachi. Let me come. I need you inside me, I can’t…” I arched up, desperate little noises grinding up out of me as I fought to get free so I could at least touch him.
Or touch myself, before I exploded.
He set the candle aside and I went still as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed himself into my mouth with a rasping groan that didn’t sound remotely human.
“Oh gods, if you knew how often I’ve imagined this,” he hissed, “those pretty pink lips wrapped around me, the fuckingfeelof your tongue working my cock. Fuck, Vicious…fuck, you are going to be my undoing.” He pulled out with a groan, rubbing the tip over my lips before pushing back inside.
My eyes rolled back in my head as he worked himself slowly in and out, coating my mouth with his musky taste, having him towering over me, powerful and commanding, while I was helpless and spread, didthingsto my insides I didn’t understand.
Things I…liked, even though I couldn’t explain why.
Like I could finally let myself go, make my mind go blank, forget about all the dangers lurking outside these walls and just let myselffeelfor once.
“That’s it, my love, let go, relax, let me worry about everything. All I want you to do is enjoy yourself.” I closed my eyes and gave into the delicious friction of him sliding over my lips, filling me up, the approval in his voice, the way his thumb rubbed my cheek with every gentle stroke.
I need more of you, Malachi. I’m too empty and I need you to fill me up.
Another of those growls ripped free and he pulled out of my mouth, kissing me with a savagery that bordered on desperation.
I’ve waited so long for you. So fucking long, I’m afraid this is a dream and I’m going to wake up and you’re going to disappear.
Not a chance, since I’m tied to the bed.I nipped his bottom lip with my fangs and tasted blood.Now give me what I want, or else…
I lost the capacity to think as he straddled me, those bonds drawing tighter, lifting my hips slightly off the bed as his blunt head brushed my folds, then pushed in, my nonexistent composure shattering apart as he pressed deeper. I was swollen, tight, and he was big, forced to work for every small gain, until I felt every straining inch, every vein, every pulse as he hung his head, chest heaving with every panting breath.
“You feel amazing. Better than in my dreams.” Before I could possibly process that, he pulled out, thrusting deeper and I threw my head back, body arching up against his. Ripples of pleasure spread through me, and then he was pounding into me, as if he’d lost control.
You want my scent all over you? I’m going to plant myself so deep, you’ll never get me out, Vicious. I hope you know what you asked for, because after tonight, you are mine.
Oh. My. God.
I was close, hanging on to reality by the barest thread, and only because I didn’t want this to end. The glide of him inside me was sublime, the way he filled me with every powerful stroke, stretched me, hit so deep I felt him in my womb.
He was claiming me. Marking me as his, and that primal, raw part of mepreened.
