“Mmhmm.”
“Perhaps you should lie back on the bed then.”
Hell. Yes.
I lay back and propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch him. The way his amethyst irises blazed with hunger had my succubus sitting up and taking notice. I wasn’t hungry, per se... but I could eat.
“You, hellcat, are wearing too many layers.” He stepped forward and positioned himself at the end of the bed with my feet on either side of him.
“However will we remedy this?”
“Easily,” he murmured, reaching for the waistband of my leggings and tugging them down my hips in one rough motion.
I helped by lifting my butt up, but mostly I was just enjoying the show. Especially when he pulled his shirt up over his head with one hand. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from whimpering at the sight. What was it about a confident man?
“Like what you see, little succubus?”
“Yes. I don’t think I make it a secret.”
“No, you don’t. It’s one of the things I love best about you.” The way he said it, filled with a yearning too big for words, had me ready to pin his body beneath mine. “You never bother playing games.”
I lifted one shoulder in a semblance of a shrug. “Only sexy ones.”
He chuckled at that before crawling up on the bed and spreading my legs wider to make space for him.
“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”
I grinned. “You should probably find out for sure.”
“Oh, I intend to.” Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he dove down until his face was nestled between my thighs. “Fuck, Merri. You smell like heaven.” Then he peeked up at me with the sexiest smirk. “You smell like mine.”
Fuck.
Me.
Threading my hands through his hair, I tugged his face back down to my aching core. “Prove it.”
“Gladly.”
The word vibrated against me, sending delicious tingles racing throughout my body. Having Malice like this, his only goal to please me, was something I treasured. I could feel how much it turned him on, just bringing me pleasure. In my experience, that wasn’t something every man got off on. Most of my former clients couldn’t care less if I enjoyed myself during a session. But Malice wasn’t a client. He was mine.
He kissed a line up my inner thigh, over my swollen sex, then settled around my throbbing clit. On reflex, my back arched and my fingers tightened in his hair. A groan left my lips as I rolled my hips up and into his face.
He chuckled again, but didn’t stop his tender assault. He alternated between fluttering licks, deep suction that rivaled my favorite toy, and the barest scrape of teeth. The combination was mind-blowing, and it wasn’t long before I was begging him for more. My legs trembled as I rode the edge of release, needing to come but desperately trying not to.
If Malice wanted to, he could keep me here all damn night, just teetering on the precipice and begging to be pushed off the cliff. Thankfully that wasn’t what he had in mind. He pulled away, sitting back on his knees and smirking wickedly at me as he wiped my arousal from his lips with the back of a hand.
“You’re a tease,” I muttered.
“No. I’m just getting you warmed up.”
“Warmed up? I thought you wanted an edible arrangement,” I said with a little laugh.
“That was simply my amuse-bouche.”
“Consider my bouche amused.”
His chuckle warmed me from the inside out. This gentle intimacy might just be my undoing. Usually it was Sin and I being silly and playful, so coming from Malice, it hit so much harder.
