Page 79 of Malcolm

He dropped his hands, wrapped her body in his arms, and pulled her closer. The feeling of her desire for him cut through him. The feeling of love poured out from every part of her. The brush of his tongue against hers broke her. She wanted this man and never wanted anything to tear them apart.

She pulled back, breathing hard, and gripped his shirt. Her eyes were bleary with passion.

“Claim me,” she begged. “Make me yours tonight.”

Unraveling

Malcolm

He stared into her eyes and wanted to do as she asked immediately, but a part of him needed her to be sure she wanted him.

“Are you sure?”

“I am. I want you.”

He retreated a step and placed both hands on her shoulder. “If you do this, I will not let you go. No matter what happens later, you’re mine.”

“I know.” She smoothed a hand along his forearm, reached up with her free hand, and tapped the edge of her dress. It slipped off her like it was silk with barely a sound. Once it hit the ground, she stepped out of it completely nude. “I want this.”

With a shudder, he retracted his hand.

“Then, I will do as you command.” Voice strained, he undid the braided leather belt that held up his tartan and stepped towards her, pulling her close once more.

The control he’d held onto disappeared as he tasted her kiss again.

A moan slipped past her lips, increasing his craving for her. The deeper the kiss became, the more ravenous he found himself. She was finally in his arms and pliant to his predatory desires.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed wicked little kisses along her neck to her chest. At the same time, his hands cupped her ass and drew her closer. When he reached the top of her breast, he licked and sucked at the top of her high breast as his long fingers slipped between the globes of her ass and played with her breast, his hands still making squeezing motions.

Sweet, all Malcolm could taste was pure sweetness. The stunning woman in his arms made him want to swallow his tongue at how rich her flavor was on his tongue. Baring his teeth, he scraped them along her skin there, an alarming ache in his canines growing.

“Malcolm,” she sobbed his name as he brought his mouth to her right breast and suckled on her nipple; she lifted her chest and placed a hand on the back of his, drawing him closer.

Malcolm toyed with her using his tongue and teeth.

He manhandled her, attempting to touch every part of her, learning where she was soft and curved. He couldn’t get enough of her. The taste, the scent, and the feel—the memory was being carved into his skin.

He drew back and, picking her up, he knelt, laying her gently on the ground. He returned to his worship of her skin; he drew his tongue along her belly to her thigh, where he felt her breath hitch. His eyes went to her face, only to see the most erotic sight of her biting the back of her fist. Her eyes glistened with lust.

Biting back a whine, he pressed a kiss to her thigh; then he dipped his head, his tongue sliding between her folds to find her swollen clit to suck on. Instantly, his tongue was covered in her warm, gushing juices.

Malcolm felt anguish that this was his first time tasting her; he was determined to torment her for making him wait. Unbridled joy made his movements more aggressive until he had Eliza squirming beneath him. Her hips flexed up as her free hand reached down. But he caught it, intertwining his fingers with hers. She choked as the licentious sounds around her stimulated her until she released a mewl of ecstasy.

Her juices dribbled from between her folds, causing the lips of her sex to shine from her own crème and his generously offered saliva. He used his free hand to spread them apart and slurped, sucking on her click. His nose pressed so deep inside her, so that her smell would be seared on his mind. Every lick and swallow made his dick harder and hunger more ardent. He wanted to fill her, but first, he wanted her crying out in pleasure damn near in a frenzy for his dick.

Malcolm’s beast clawed at the edge of his mind to be free; he grappled with it as he circled her clit with his long tongue and then sucked it, causing her to sob out in pleasure. Breathing hard, he raised his head and watched as she pressed her back down and lifted her chest as she rode off an orgasm. A sinister need for more moved him to push his two fingers inside her. Heartlessly, he began moving them slowly in and out.

“Malcolm—I can’t,” she said, her eyes closed.

“My mate can take anything,” he crooned. “You’re so wet for me, but I need more, baby. You have to show me that you want me. Come on, show me that you want me.”

Eliza panted, her eyes blurred with arousal. “Mal—I want to-to show, want you.”

A sadistic smile decorated his lips, “That’s my girl, now fuck daddy’s fingers. Show me with your body how much you want me to breed you.”

Releasing a low whine, Eliza started moving her hips, mimicking fucking with his fingers. Malcolm watched as her tits bounced with her movements.

“That’s it; coat my fingers with your cream so I can taste it, my girl.”