Chapter Four
In which there is so much sex.
Mala…
He shoves me back against the wall in his entryway.
My breath catches in my throat but before I can even exhale his hand is behind my head, keeping the sore bump there from touching the exposed brick.
We drove here in tense silence, one of his hands on the steering wheel and the other firmly gripping my thigh. He pulled into a parking space in front of one of those trendy industrial spaces that have been remodeled into condos and turned off the Jaguar, there was utter silence aside from the small tics of the cooling engine.
Taking my chin in his hand, he forced me to look at him. “Are you sure you want this, Mala? I can take you back to your friends and that’s the end of it.”
His fingers were rough against my skin and a thought fluttered through my mind.He’s killed with these hands…I shoved it away because tonight, I was someone else.
“Are you backing out, Farmer Cormac?” I managed, the words stiff under his grip on my chin.
The smile that spread across his face was dazzling- strong, white teeth that could tear and rend. It was avaricious.
“Oh, no Lady Mala, I am just getting started,” he said, biting my throat just under my ear and making me shudder. “Say ‘I want this’ and I’ll give you everything you need.” He bit me again, on the tight, throbbing tendon at the back of my neck. “And then I’ll take everythingIwant.”
Later, when I can regain the power of rational thought, the little whimper I let out will appall me. But here? “Yes, I want this,” I swallowed, watching his pupils expand until his eyes were like midnight, “I want you.”
Now, Cormac’s huge paw is cupping the back of my head, protecting me against the scratchy brick even as he’s pressing me into it so hard that I think it’s embedded in my skin. His tongue forces my lips open and runs unapologetically across my teeth, twirling and twisting with mine. I grip a handful of his thick, coarse hair as he sucks my tongue into his mouth like it’s a Jolly Rancher.
“Cho breagha,so beautiful,” he murmurs as he frees my mouth. “You taste sweet, like chocolate and virtue, Lady Mala.”
Stiffening, I look up at him. “What an odd thing to say, Farmer Cormac.” What? Do Ismelllike a virgin? Is there a certain taste or an odor? A flush of embarrassment paints my skin pink.
His jade eyes narrow and he sweeps my hair out of my face. “But then there’s these curls… like fire, they are. Devil or angel, sweet Mala?” His fingers slip from my hair and trail down my neck, stroking lightly over my collarbone and then pulling down the zipper of his hoodie. Slowly. Torturously as the rasp of his calloused fingertips scrapes against my skin.
Sucking in a deep breath, my stomach contracts against his fingers. “Tonight?” I meet his gaze straight on. “I’m both.”
His hands slide down to my ass, squeezing and gripping me and he hauls me up as I yelp and wrap my legs around his lean waist. Lacing my fingers around his neck, I kiss his beautiful mouth again and again, not paying any attention to where he’s taking me. I must be someone different tonight. I haven’t mapped out the exit points in this place, or potential weapons if things go sideways.
The only things I’m aware of are the feel of his mouth, his teeth tugging on my lower lip, and my acutely sensitive clitoris rubbing against his hard stomach, these ridiculous booty shorts are no barrier at all.
Stairs. He’s climbing stairs because the head of what feels like an alarmingly large cock is rubbing hard against my overtaxed center with each step and I’m afraid I’m going to come before he gets me into his bedroom.
We make it to a big, cool room, lined with giant paned windows looking out on the Thames. His bed is huge, unsurprisingly. I kind of expect him to throw me on it, but he’s careful with me. Cormac lets me down slowly, making sure my clitoris rubs hard against his belt buckle. His hands go to my waist, squeezing me gently before pulling his sweatshirt off me. I take one unsteady step back, realizing my bikini top is in my bag and I’m bare.
My hands flutter up like frightened birds and he catches them, fingers loosely circling my wrists.
“Don’t. Let me look,” he rumbles, spreading my arms out and staring at me so hungrily it feels like a touch, pebbling my nipples and making me shiver. Reaching behind him, he grabs the collar of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head, and oh,my god,it’s my turn to stare.
He’s alarmingly tall and having to reach up to run my hands over his shoulders, wide and hard with muscle makes me realize this manisa god. His beautifully sculpted chest and the movement of his thick biceps under smooth skin don’t belong to a mere human. I lean forward and trace the winged dagger on his chest with my tongue, the way I’ve been wanting to, enjoying the groan that rumbles through him and rising on tiptoe to trace where it ends on his neck. His skin tastes of salt and the sea and something dark - smoke from a burning building or a forest fire, something destructive - and I’m half insane with need.
“Do you want me to take over?” Cormac asks, slipping his thumb into my mouth. I nod, but it’s not good enough. He leans down, hot breath against my skin, “Say yes, Cormac.”
“Yeah-” my voice cracks and I have to start again. “Yes, Cormac.”
“Good, because I’m starting with your wet little pussy.” His forehead drops to my shoulder as his hand roughly cups my center. “I could smell you, all through dinner. I was hard as fuck.” He squeezes me and I rise up on my tiptoes. “I wanted to slide under the table and eat you out while you finished your dessert like the demure little thing you are. Would you have liked that?” The heel of his hand pulses hard against my clit and two fingers push aside the thin cloth of the shorts and my undies.
“Oh! God…” I gasp, fingernails digging into his arms. He doesn’t seem to notice.
“Ah-ah, you usemyname when I’m touching you,” he says sternly, sliding one of those long, rough fingers inside me.
I am.
