Then his mouth is on mine again, and words become unnecessary. His tattoos glow brighter, until he's limned in lightning, beautiful and deadly andmine.
My hands roam over Malcolm's chest, tracing the intricate patterns of his tattoos. They pulse with energy beneath my fingertips, sending shivers through my body. I arch into him, craving more contact,moreof his touch.
Malcolm's lips leave mine to trail kisses down my neck, making me gasp when he nips at my collarbone. My fingers find his hair, tangling between his dark locks. The ache in my wings fades to nothing compared to the burning need building inside me.
"Malcolm," I moan, tugging him closer. "Please..."
He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes darker than I’ve seen them. "Tell me what you want, Elysia. I need you to say the words."
"You," I breathe. "Allof you."
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he hungrily captures my lips again. His hands slide beneath my shirt, leaving tingling trails of electricity in their wake. I fumble with the buttons of his bloodstained shirt,desperateto feel his skin against mine.
As the last button comes undone, Malcolm shrugs out of his shirt. I drink in the sight of him, all lean muscle and glowingtattoos. My hands explore every inch of exposed skin, marveling at how he trembles beneathmytouch.
Malcolm's fingers ghost along the edge of my wings, sending a jolt of both pleasure and pain through me. I gasp, arching into him.
"Is this okay?" he asks, voice low and throaty, but I don’t miss the concerned undertone.
I nod frantically. "Please don't stop."
His touch grows bolder, stroking along my sensitive feathers as his mouth reclaims mine. I'm lost in sensation,drowningin the feel of him. Nothing else matters– not Heaven, not Hell, not the rules we've broken or the consequences of today that are yet to come. There's only Malcolm and me, and the fiery tornado building between us.
My fingernails dig into Malcolm's back, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. The sound ignites a primal urge within me, and I roll us over, straddling his hips as I gaze down at him. His eyes widen in surprise, then darken as his gaze travels down my face.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, hands sliding up my thighs.
I lean down to kiss him, biting his bottom lip between mine while rolling my hips against his. The friction sends waves of pleasure through me, and I moan into his mouth. Malcolm's hands find the hem of my shirt, tugging softly. I break the kiss just long enough to help him pull it over my head, wincing slightly as the movement jostles my injured wings.
"Are you alright?" Malcolm asks, worry etched on his face.
I silence him by rocking against the hardening bulge in his pants. "I'm perfect," I breathe against his lips. "Don't you dare stop.”
His hands explore my newly exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I shiver as his fingers trace the curveof my spine, brushing the base of my wings. The dual sensation of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, and it’s already threatening to drive me over the edge.
Malcolm sits up suddenly, wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me. His mouth finds my neck, kissing and nipping a path down to my collarbone. I let my head fall back, giving him better access as I thread my fingers through his hair.
"Elysia," he pants against my skin. "I need you."
"Then take me," I challenge, meeting his dark gaze.
Before I can process what’s happening, I'm on my back again, Malcolm hovering over me. His tattoos pulse with energy, casting an ethereal glow over us both. He kisses me fiercely as he works at the leggings he bought for me the second day I was here. I lift my hips, helping him slide them off along with my lace panties.
I reach for his belt, but he catches my wrists in his large hands, pinning them above my head. "Let me worship you," he murmurs, eyes burning with intensity.
My breath catches in my throat as Malcolm nips and licks down my body, sending jolts of electricity through me with each touch. When he settles between my thighs, I can't hold back what I’m feeling. My wings flutter involuntarily, as Malcolm's tongue finds my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, rolling it around while he moans against it, sending deep vibrations through my core.
“Of fuck,” I whimper, squirming beneath his hold.
I lose myself in the sensation of him devouring me, all thoughts of Heaven and Hell long forgotten. He slides his tongue through my folds, wetting them even more before slipping one of his thick fingers inside me, curling it at the perfect angle as he pumps it in and out of me. Once I’ve adjusted to once finger, he inserts a second, stretching me in preparation of his cock. Malcolm’s tongue laps at my clit while his fingersfill me. He picks up the pace to match my breathing, making me lose control.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out, still squirming, but getting nowhere under his strong grip. “Oh God, Malcolm.”
He hums against my clit in response, and I come undone for him. Stars form in the corner of my vision as I climax, letting the euphoric high thrum through my body. The walls of my pussy tighten around him, and then relax once I’m coming down.
Pleased with himself, Malcolm kisses his way back up my body as I try to catch my breath. When his lips meet mine, I can taste myself on his tongue. It's fucking intoxicating.
"I need you," I pant, fumbling with his belt. "Now."
