Mal isn’t.
And I like that—Ineedit to plug that aching wound inside me.
Sharp pain draws a gasp from me. Mal’s teeth. Then he grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Stay.”
It’s not literal. And it’s not a request or a plea.
It’s an order, and I need that too.
I need all of it. The cool wood of the door to brace my body. His rough hands manoeuvring me as I wage war against a poisoned instinct to fight him off, because he’s too fucking close, the way he’s always been.
Because he sees me.
Mal is still holding my face. He gives me a hot second, waiting, maybe, for me to change my mind. But I’m not going to. The longer he’s in my space, the more I want it. And I’m not scared of him fucking me.
“Do it,” I whisper. “I want it.”
It.
Fuck.
I wanthim, even though it’s just this once. But my window to articulate that evaporates. Mal looks like he’s the one who might leave. Then he’s on me, his mouth crashing to mine with the force of a hurricane, and I kiss him back to survive the answering fire in my blood. The inferno that quiets everything else until I’m nothing but a chain reaction to every brutal drag of Mal’s bruising kiss.
And fuck, we’re good at this.
Too good, and that’s the shit that should scare me. But I’m beyond thought. I growl into Mal’s mouth and he pins me harder, wedging his knee between my legs, pressing against me as if he wants to tunnel beneath my skin.
His cock tangles with mine and he groans, rough and low, like we’re already fucking.Like he’s going to fuck me.And he gets busy with his hands. With slick fingers that don’t need a map, and?—
Damn.
My eyes flutter closed, and I grip his hips hard enough to leave marks that won’t fade in the sun.
We’re gonna ruin each other.
A cold fact.
But there’s nothing cold in what he’s doing to me, and I burn as the heat between us derails into something we couldn’t stop if we tried.
We don’t try.
Idon’t try.
Mal has me sweating, my breath caught in my lungs. I reach for his cock. Wrap my palm around it. Work him in time with the slow twist of his fingers inside me, my leg hooked over his hip.
He drops his head to my shoulder. “You have healing hands, Sky. And somehow you’re still fucking killing me.”
Good. If I’m going to drown in this colossal mistake, I want him with me. I want himinme, and my whole body throbs with relentless need.
Mal reclaims his fingers. My sweats are already halfway down my thighs. He shoves them lower, and his hands are everywhere as he spins me around, his hot palms sliding down my ribs as it’s my turn to brace an arm on the door, forcing myself to relax.
And honestly, it’s not that fucking hard. Mal’s not gentle, but he’s got mad skills. He sucked my dick like he was angry with me, but the press of his sheathed cock inside me is more nuanced than messy, a slow, wet slide that has me choking on a gritted moan, Mal’s chest hot at my back, his wicked teeth finding my neck again.
The sting of his bite drowns out any discomfort of his dick easing home. I hiss through my teeth, head dropping to the door.
Mal grunts, anchoring himself with an arm locked around my ribs. He gives me a pulsing second to make peace with the intrusion.
Then he starts to move, he starts tofuckme, and it’s brutal. It’sperfect. Sharp, hot, and so close to the sweetest agony it’s like he’s trying to fuck the ghosts out of us both.