His palm wraps around my throat as he indulges me with his tongue, his mouth hot and intent against mine. I moan, needing something I can’t define. Something intense. Something Morpheus awoke inside me that I need Maliki to fulfill.
Is that wrong of me?I wonder, repeating the concern but only to myself. However, Maliki’s comment from moments ago echoes through my mind.
“I like the concept of sharing.”
I shiver as his thumb traces the column of my neck. It feels threatening, yet reverent, and the combination leaves me squirming beneath him.
Which causes me to arch up into his hips, searching for friction. He presses me right back down and gives my throat a little squeeze. “Don’t rush me, trouble,” he murmurs. “I’m not done tasting you.”
His tongue slides back into my mouth before I can reply, his kiss subduing me and heating me up at the same time.
I want more. So much more.
But he’s holding me down and mesmerizing me with his mouth.
Thorns, he’s a good kisser. Not that I have anyone to compare him to. Except Hades and Morpheus… in my dreams.
Does that count?
Do I care?
No.
I just… I just want to fall into this kiss and be utterly consumed by Maliki.
His grip loosens on my throat while his opposite hand skims up my side. A moan escapes me as he palms my breast, his thumb stroking my already stiff nipple.
It reminds me of Morpheus.
Yet it’s different, too.
This is Maliki. His touch is electric. Morpheus’s is more fantastical, like a dream. And Hades… Hades is intensity personified.
“I really do like this silky gown,” Maliki murmurs, his finger circling my areola. “But I want to touch your skin, Sera.”
A rip follows his comment, the strap popping right off from him tugging at my dress and yanking it down to my waist. I barely even felt him move, but he’s settling on top of me once more in the next second and kissing me again.
The sensation of his bare chest meeting mine lights my blood on fire. He’s muscular and hot, and his tattoos… his tattoos aremoving.
I feel them against my skin, writhing in a rhythmic pattern that teases my breasts and causes my nipples to tighten even more.
He smiles. “You like that, Sera?”
I nod and moan in confirmation as I try to somehow touch even more of him.
“That’s my version of a purr,” he tells me. “But it’ll do so much more than soothe you, trouble. It’s going to driveyou over the cliff into an ecstasy unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. I promise.”
I don’t even question his words. Because I know everything he just said is true.
And I trust him.
I want him.
I wantthis.Whateverthisis. I don’t want to think anymore, just indulge.
So I do.
Kissing him.
