The first time I tried this with her—months ago, back when she was still full of walls and venom—she’d shoved me off with a snarl. Said it was just sex. She didn’t want to be seen then. Not the way I see her now.
But this time? She doesn’t move. Doesn’t stop me. Just stares down, caught between fear and need, wanting whatever this is to become.
Victory. My palms slide up her thighs, slow and reverent, feeling the tremble just beneath her skin. She’s soaked. Even now, she’s unraveling, and I haven’t even touched her right.
Her shorts are drenched, heat pouring off her, furnace-hot and unrelenting. I kiss the inside of her knee, then her thigh, tongue dragging over soft skin as I nose higher, breathing her in.
Her taste lives in the air between us—salt and sweetness, hunger and heaven.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “You smell of sin.” And I want to live in it.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and peel them down slowly. She steps out of them, bare now, trembling, waiting.
When I press my mouth to her, she gasps, high and startled, hand flying to grip the edge of the locker behind her.
I groan against her. She tastes of heat, sweat, and the kind of hunger that breaks men.
I lick her slowly, deliberately, savoring every flick of my tongue, every tiny shake of her hips, every soft, strangled sound she makes when I suck on her clit and slide two fingers inside her.
She’s tight. Hot. Dripping for me.
Her thighs start to shake, and her other hand tangles in my hair, yanking hard. “Malachi—”
“You didn’t let me do this last time,” I rasp against her, voice guttural. “You pulled away.”
She moans.
“But now you’re letting me… fuck, you’re letting me—” I growl and suck her clit between my lips again, tongue circling viciously as she writhes.
“God… god, I’m gonna—”
“Do it.”
I wrap an arm around her hip, hold her steady as she shatters. She comes with a broken sound, thighs squeezing my head, hips grinding against my mouth with a rhythm she can’t stop.
I don’t stop either. Not until she’s twitching from the aftershocks, eyes unfocused, whole body slack against the lockers.
When I stand, her legs give out. I catch her, then lift her into my arms, weightless in my hold. Her bare skin against mine, her scent all over my mouth, her lips swollen and pink and begging.
I lay her down on the bench, climb over her, and kiss her hard. Letting her taste exactly what she gave me. Then I pull back, eyes dark.
“You want me to stop, say it now.”
She looks up at me. No hesitation. “Don’t you dare.”
I shove down my sweats and grip myself, already painfully hard.
She reaches between us to wrap her hand around me, andfuck, my head drops back. Then she guides me into her. Hot. Slick. Perfect.
I hiss through my teeth, nearly losing it at the feel of her pulling me in. I thrust deep and hard, pinning her to the bench with one hand under her ass, the other braced above her head. Her mouth opens in a gasp as I start to move in slow, grinding strokes that make her eyes roll back.
“Say my name,” I growl.
She does. Over and over. Choking on it. Letting it fall from her lips as the only word she remembers.
I fuck her with hunger meant to ruin her for anyone else. Because I already am.
She comes again, harder this time, back arching, nails raking down my chest, and I don’t hold back. I chase that release with the desperation of a dying man. Then I slam into her once, twice more before I let go and pour every ounce of want into her body.
