Page 80 of Sinner's Malice
“Go away, Malice. I’m not good company right now.”
“Can’t do that.”
I should have known he would follow me. Asshole never gave me space. I didn’t even think he knew the meaning of the word.
“What do you want?”
“To walk with you.”
Stopping, I looked up at the man I’d loved since I was a teenager. The man who saved me from Death himself. And when his eyes softened, he took my hands in his, and I found myself in his arms once more.
“Malice?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know who I am anymore.”
“I know who you are. I’ve always known. You are mine.”
I awoke from a restless night’s sleep to the sensation of the sun’s warmth on my face. Gradually, my senses picked up on the presence of a warm body pressed close to me, creating a feeling of comfort and safety. I remained perfectly still, not daring to make a sound or even breathe. Even though Malice and I had shared a bed on a few occasions before, there had always been an undeniable distance between us, as if we were in separate worlds. During our first night sharing a bed, he’dslept right on the edge, and I couldn’t help but worry that he might accidentally roll off. Even the night that held the promise of ecstasy ended with a void between us, each of us on opposite sides of the bed, our bodies craving contact but remaining untouched.
Affectionate was not a word I would use to describe Malice.
Indifferent, yes.
Throughout all my encounters with him, the only time he showed any form of emotion was when anger consumed him. Given his perpetual anger, I couldn’t help but find it odd that he held me tightly, his body curled around mine in an embrace. I could feel his warm breath against my neck.
The rhythm of his breath was consistent, each one flowing smoothly in and out.
The sensation tickled my skin, causing a slight shiver to run down my spine. Without conscious thought, I snuggled closer to his comforting warmth.
The man was a furnace, radiating heat all around me.
It was then I realized something significant.
We were naked.
Suddenly, I was wide awake and fully present in the moment.
I never slept naked. Against all expectations, I found myself sharing an intimate moment with Malice, both of us in our natural state. It was a completely new experience for me and for him, I was sure of it, and surprisingly, I was okay with it.
I felt safe.
Even in his sleep, he was mindful of my presence, and enveloped me with his arms, bringing me closer until I could feel the firmness of his cock pressed against my back.
As I wiggled, a sense of pure bliss washed over me. The contrast between the velvety softness of the skin and the unyielding rigidity was simply delightful. It was at that precisemoment, when he growled, that I became aware of the fact that I had inadvertently woken him up.
Shifting slightly, he maneuvered me so that his erect shaft intimately pressed against the wetness that had already built up, creating an incredibly tantalizing sensation. My face turned red with embarrassment, aware that he could sense my arousal and grateful that he couldn’t witness my shame.
Emitting a low, pleasure-filled groan, he sensually eased his hard shaft into the slickness, teasingly sliding it between my throbbing, wet folds. I could feel the ridge of his cock pressing against my eager clit, which was already pulsating with desire, and in response, my hips ground uncontrollably against him. The slow, deliberate thrusting between my lips created a tantalizing friction that, combined with his unhurried pace, sent me into a frenzy of desire.
Overwhelmed by pleasure, I whimpered and climaxed, causing my arousal to soak his cock with my abundant juices. He positioned himself behind me, his hands firmly held onto my hips, allowing him to enter me smoothly.
Placing a kiss on the side of my neck, he let out a deep growl and sternly commanded, “Don’t move.”
With deliberate slowness and a calm demeanor, he relished the intimate sensation of my warm and inviting core enveloping him.
Frustrated with the painfully slow rhythm, I took the initiative and flipped us both over. I straddled him, facing his feet, and moved my hips in a rhythmic motion. Each thrust brought him deeper inside me, intensifying our connection. While I maintained my rhythm on his cock, he pulled me closer, his hands cupping and teasing my bouncing breasts. In a moment of self-exploration, I allowed my hand to descend slowly, eventually reaching the intimate region of my body. It was there, nestled within the slippery folds, that I discoveredthe sensitive spot known as my clitoris. With a gentle touch, I stimulated it, feeling the growing intensity of pleasure as I brought myself closer to the peak of an orgasm.