I sit back on my heels and look at her. Laid out. Glowing. Breathing hard, already undone before I even begin. She tries to hide it, but her legs shift. Her hips roll. As if her body can’t stand being untouched for more than a few seconds.
“You know,” I say, voice low, fingers tracing lazy lines up her thighs without giving her what she wants, “I think you enjoy pretending you can resist me.” She swallows. Tight. Silent.
I drag my hands higher, just the backs of my knuckles skimming her skin. She shivers.
“You act like you’re not desperate. Like you don’t dream about this every night. About me…” I lean down, my mouth brushing her belly. “On top of you, in you. Taking you apart. Putting you back together.”
She lets out a sharp breath, hands clutching the sheets like they might save her. I drag my teeth across the inside of her thigh and look up at her, smirking. “So you’re really not gonna beg this time?”
Her eyes snap to mine, blazing. For a second, I see the war behind them; pride versus need. That familiar fire flickers higher.
“That’s what I thought.”
I kiss the soft skin of her inner thigh, once. Twice. Then nip hard enough to leave a mark. She gasps, hips jerking up, and I grin. Then I hook my thumbs under the waistband of her panties and peel them down slowly, kissing a trail along her hip as I do. I toss them aside and look up at her. She’s wrecked, flushed, still holding on to the last thread of defiance.
“Still not begging?” I ask, sliding two fingers through her slickness without pressing in. “Even in this state?”
She stares me down, fierce and breathless, caught between challenge and surrender. I circle her clit with slow, featherlight strokes that make her body twitch beneath me, thighs trembling.Then I stop, holding her just on the edge. A broken sound catches in her throat, raw and aching.
“Say it, Sour Patch.”
She shakes her head, lips parted, so close to caving.
I kiss her hip bone. “Say it,” I growl again, moving to her breast, dragging my tongue over the peaked tip, then biting it gently, but enough to make her feel it.
She moans. Loud this time. The fight is starting to slip. “Malachi…”
I pull back. Look her in the eye. “Tell me what you want.”
Her voice is strained, cracking. “I want you.”
“Not enough.” I slide a single finger inside her, slow, curling up into that spot that makes her whimper. She bucks. Her fingers claw at my arms. “Say it.”
“I—” Candace cuts off, breath ragged.
I pull out. Don’t touch her at all.
Her chest heaves. Her thighs tremble. Finally, she breaks. “Please.”
It’s just one word, wrecked and whispered, but it shatters something inside me all the same. “Again,” I rasp, surging over her until my mouth is at her ear. “Beg for my cock, baby. Say it and mean it.”
I run the tip of my cock up her slit, slow, deliberate, teasing, dragging slick heat from her entrance to her clit until her breath catches on a whimper. “You’re gonna say it,” I growl, voice thick. “Beg for my cock, baby. I want to hear you say it.”
Her body arches. Her voice comes undone. “Please, Malachi. I want your cock. I’m begging. I need you. Now.”
That’s it. The green light to ruin her all over again. I kiss her, deep, devouring, slow and consuming, tasting every part of her with the hunger of someone who’s been starving. She opens for me, hands in my hair, dragging me close to eliminate the final inch between us.
I line myself up and push in slowly, agonizingly slowly, dragging every inch of me through her slick heat, determined to carve this moment into her bones. Her thighs tense around my hips as her nails sink into my shoulders. Her breath stutters across my mouth, unable to decide between a moan and a curse. She’s so fucking tight, hot, and wet. Already trembling on the edge. I want her to. I want her shaking beneath me, crying out, clawing at me until she remembers exactly who she belongs to.
Her head falls back on a gasp. “Oh my God—”
“Look at me when you fall apart.”
Candace moans into my neck, desperate and breathless, voice spilling out in a broken flood. Her legs wrap tight around me, heels pressing into my ass as I sink deeper, inch after inch, until I’m fully inside her. I hold there. Buried, throbbing, struggling to breathe from how she feels around me.
I don’t move. Not yet. I let her feel it. Let the weight of it settle into her. Her body pulses around me, clenching with every heartbeat, every ragged breath. Her hands drag up my back, searching for something to hold on to.
Then I pull back and roll into her with slow, shallow thrusts. Just enough to build. Just enough to keep her on the edge. Her nails bite into my skin. Her lips find my neck. She bites down, sharp, claiming, and that’s when I snap.
