"I want this off."
Mal did as she was told. She reached for the buttons on her frock. Once it was loosened, she pulled it over her head.
"I get to learn you all over again." Phillip's grin was wide. His human incisors gleamed in the pale moon's light, casting him in the glow of a wolf. He frowned, his tooth letting go of his lower lip. "Your breasts are bigger."
"They're the same size."
Phillip cocked his head to the side as though he disagreed.
"Perhaps you've fondled someone with breasts smaller than mine."
He was over her in an instant. Mal's back hit the mattress with a welcoming thud. She tilted her head back, giving her prince her neck.
"I have never in my life touched another set."
Mal opened her mouth to speak.
Phillip's glare shushed her. "Don't you dare speak her name."
Now it was Mal biting her lip.
"I am yours. And you are mine. That is the way the world made us. I would have never broken that vow to you. I will never."
The debate about breast sizes was over.
Phillip peeled the rest of her clothing from her body. Mal lay pliant under his attack on her clothing. When he had her completely naked, he parted her thighs. She didn't squirm as she had the first time he'd done this when they were still learning each other's bodies and pleasures. For weeks, this had been all they'd done—set their mouths and tongues against the other's secret places.
When Phillip's lips met her secret place, Mal was reminded that he knew everything about her. She arched off the bed, pushing her core into his erudite tongue. He hummed his approval over her clit.
Mal threaded her hands into his hair. Phillip pressed her thighs farther open, pushing his shoulders between her to hold her down. He did not come up for air once. Instead, he dove his nose between her folds, inhaling deeply before licking and suckling the constant flow of wetness gathering at her center. She reached her pleasure embarrassingly fast.
Her heels pressed into the mattress. She tried to bring her knees together to ease the onslaught of the spasms. Phillip was having none of that.
He held her down with hands under her hips. He pressed his shoulders into her thighs to prevent them from closing. He pushed his tongue deeper into her core to give her muscles something to contract around.
Only when the contractions ebbed did he release his hold on her. Phillip lifted his head, licking his lips. Then he licked the trickle seeping from between her thighs for good measure.
"I need you," Mal said, reaching for him.
"You have me," he said, tugging off his shirt and trousers.
He prowled up her body. Mal dug her claws into his shoulders. His mouth found hers. Mal tasted her honey on his lips. His hands explored every curve and hollow of her. Mal let herself fall fully into the moment—into him.
That first orgasm had broken her into tiny pieces. But for the first time in years, she felt whole.
CHAPTER TEN
Mal shattered in Phillip's arms. This time it was around his length. Phillip gritted his teeth and held his release at bay. He was not done. He would never be done with her.
They'd had to take it slowly when he'd pressed just the tip inside her. Three years apart and her channel had become snug. It was like the first time all over again. Only better. Because this time Phillip knew exactly how to get his love wet.
When they were young, he was all too eager to get inside of the wondrous creature that was Maleficent. There had been a few winces and sharp intakes of breath as he fumbled his way into her channel. This time, Phillip took pleasure in working himself in slowly, inch by inch, while she begged him for more, harder, faster. Once she caught her breath from the second orgasm, he would give her that—and more.
Phillip held Mal close, his arms wrapped tightly around her as if, by sheer will alone, he could keep her there forever. That first kiss of the reunion had shattered the lethargy that had weighed on him for three long years. The fog that had dulled his senses, the exhaustion that had seeped into his bones—gone, asif it had never existed. He felt awake, truly awake, for the first time in what felt like a lifetime.
It was more than their kiss. More than the orgasms. It was magic. The kind read about in fairy tales. The kind no one believed in until it happened right before their eyes.
The world tasted sweeter with Mal's lips against his. The air smelled fresher with each breath they shared. He could feel it—his blood rushing hot and fast through his veins, his heart thundering in his chest. That first kiss had made his soul sing, reigniting every part of him that had withered without her.
