Maeve looked up at him, panting, the skin on her throat hot and pulsing. “Because I’m yours.”
Mal nodded serenely. “Because you are mine.”
Those words swimming from his lips caused her body to push up towards his and her legs to spread impatiently. He smiled hungrily and ran his hands down across her satin nightgown, to her exposed thighs, his eyes raking over her whole body. His hand moved in between her legs and she gasped as his thumb pressed into her, moving in slow circles. He positioned two fingers at her entrance and stopped.
Those dark brown eyes were the color of night in the darkened bedroom. They landed on her own. “Every inch of you is mine.”
Then those two fingers slipped inside her so slowly it hurt. She wined as he pulled them out, and back in again, each time pressing further inside her.
“Do you understand?” He asked.
Maeve nodded. Unable to form any sound other than a small moan.
“Good girl,” said Mal as he pulled his fingers away from her and lowered his mouth to where they had just been. She pushed herself towards him.
“Greedy little thing,” he said as he pressed a kiss against her thigh.
His lips trailed closer and closer to the warm, raging spot between her legs. He stopped as they nearly brushed against her clit.
His eyes were the most beautifully wicked orbs of darkness.
“Say it once more,” he hummed against her.
She obeyed.
“Every inch of me is yours,” she replied desperately.
His head reeled back at her words. His mouth was cool as it pressed into that pulsing bundle of nerves between her legs. His tongue flicked out over her, and Maeve jerked beneath him.
His hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as his tongue explored her with precision. She writhed underneath him, desperate to be closer. Her hands wound into his hair, a silent plea for more.
More and more and more until that wasn’t enough.
“I want all of you,” she said.
Mal’s paralyzing tongue pulled away from her, and he stood. He removed his pants as Maeve propped herself up on her elbows. Her stomach flipped when she saw he was fully erect. He stroked himself a few times, his eyes locked on Maeve. She felt herself completely ready for him.
He crawled towards her, and she stilled.
He positioned himself back between her legs, his cock poised and ready.
“I was nice the first time. I won’t be nice tonight,” said Mal.
Excitement shot through her, and her hips pressed towards his. His hand moved down and positioned himself at her entrance.
“When it hurts,” continued Mal, “remind yourself who you belong to.”
He slammed inside of her fully, and she cried out.
He wasn’t lying.
The night they shared in Albania had been different. That night he eased into her, his thrusts were slow and sensual. Now he was buried fully inside her and he pumped in and out.
Fucking her.
She began to protest as his movements spread her but Mal’s hand covered her mouth and pushed her off her elbows, slamming her back onto the bed.
His movements were rough as their flesh fused. She wined against his hand and gripped at his arms. Mal’s eyes rolled to a close as his head tilted back. His hand moved away from her mouth.
