His hands slid around her lower waist, pulling her off the bed and arching her back. He licked across her blood stained breast, sucking at her nipple. Maeve’s head fell backwards with a groan as her stomach tightened. He licked broadly across her chest, blood smearing across his lips, his chin, and his cheeks. And then up her neck until their lips molded together once more and she tasted him again.
“Mal,” she moaned against his lips.
He pulled away, holding her steady. His eyes shot back and forth between hers, searching for distress.
“What is it?” He asked quietly.
Her hands moved to the collar of his shirt. With two fingers, she traced down the buttons of his shirt. They opened one by one under her touch. She slipped her hands down his shoulders, loosening the fabric. His chest was smooth, just like she imagined. His lean frame was toned with faint lines of his stomach muscles.
Her hands moved to his pants and gripped the buckle of his belt. Her fingers shook at she pulled the leather from its metal clasp.
The button was next.
Then the zipper and-
His arms slipped between hers and pushed them away. She fell back onto the bed. One calm and cool hand pressed into her stomach. Mal breathed deeply, his eyes on her.
But her eyes were on his other hand. His other hand that stroked his hard and considerable length that she released. Maeve’s chest rose and fell hastily. She licked across her lips, where the lingering taste of Mal’s blood remained.
Mal’s hand brushed down her stomach to where the fabric of her bloodstained skirt rested just above her knees. He balled the fabric in one hand and tugged. Maeve lifted her hips as the skirt slipped across her thighs and down her legs. Mal discarded it.
Blood dripped into her ivory panties, spreading across the satin fabric. He hooked two fingers around the band of them along her hip bone. Cold ice pressed into her skin. He removed his fingers as the ice traveled across the fabric. Maeve shook beneath it as it disintegrated the only thing left between them.
She was completely bare. Her legs shook. Mal ran his hands down them and moved himself closer to her entrance. His cock pressed against her gently and her eyes rolled back. She gripped the sheets beneath her. Electric magic shot between them, cool and sharp, where their skin met in intimacy.
“Look at me, Maeve.”
She obeyed.
She opened her eyes. Light marks of blood still smeared across his mouth, some against his chest. His jaw was relaxed and his lips slightly parted. His hair fell halfway across his face, a perfect picture of fearlessness.
It nearly drove her mad, the perfection he oozed. She had to have it all. Every inch of him. The head of his cock rested at her entrance. She opened for him further, a silent plea to become one.
Mal obliged. He guided himself into her, barely moving. She immediately grabbed his forearms as he slowly stretched her open. He pushed further, his hungry eyes on where their skin fused. Maeve winced. A low groan in her throat. He was being so gentle, so calculated.
“Fuck,” he said slowly as he exhaled. He pulled slightly out and then back in. “You were made for me.”
Maeve reeled. Her stomach flipped over. Her brain went fuzzy. Pressure built just above where he eased in and out of her. She wanted to reach for it, satiate that burning. She squirmed under him, pushing her hips up.
Mal’s eyes moved to her own. He moved deeper inside of her, maintaining that slow and steady roll of his body. His hand slithered across her thigh, right to that burning she wanted so badly to release.
His thumb grazed over her clit and Maeve’s insides twisted. She pushed into his gentle touch desperately. His hand moved away.
She looked up at him, her eyes protesting. His hand moved to his face. He licked across his thumb with a delicate precision. Maeve felt herself melt into the bedding.
His thumb moved into his mouth, his tongue flicked across it once more before lowering back down to her.
“Here?” He asked as he placed his wet thumb over her once more.
He was so close, just lower and-
He moved lower.
Maeve sucked in sharply and whined.
There. Yes fucking there.
His thumb began a torturous motion, running over the tight nerves that demanded more and more. She tightened around his cock. Which brought a hefty exhale from him.
