The tattering rip of fabric cuts through the night as he tears the panties straight off of my body.
And I don’t even care because I need him.
But Malek is thorough in his ministrations. His movements are firm, each touch of his fingertips is like a fresh brand across my skin. His rough palms slide down to cup my ass. He groans as he plays, his fingers molding my figure into his palms.
“Mine. My mat—.” He cuts the words off strangely with a deadly snarl.
His gentle touch suddenly collides hotly against my ass, and the stinging feeling spirals through my body on waves. I gasp, jerking forward, nails curling into the cold dirt.
When his fingers slide down the back of me, parting and searching until he presses hard over my clit, I cry out.
“I wanted to spare you from the beast,” he growls, and I can’t help but notice the raw guttural sound of it. It only makes all of this more erotic. “But there’s no going back now.”
His fingers dive inside me, stretching the walls of my sex. He moves, in and out. The slickness of his fingers is sensual and arches just right. He has me panting within moments, quivering against the ground while he fucks me slowly with his hand.
“Fuck,” he groans, and then his nails dig into my hips and lift them up so I’m on my knees, displayed before him on all fours.
This is primitive. Primal.
And I want every bit of it.
He bends low until his head dips behind me and the first rasp of his tongue sliding up my folds almost sends me spiraling. The air catches in my lungs and then I’m rocking against his mouth as he tastes me, his tongue diving into me and exploring.
My every gasp is a plea to go faster, harder. His fingers dance around to tease, pressing diligent circles into my clit over and over and over again, until I feel myself rising high…
And then the feeling fades.
Malek pulls away, kneeling behind me, aligning his hips with my ass.
“Look at me, Izara.”
I bite my lip but obey, afraid I’ll beg if I don’t. My body is already shaking with need, but the sight of his eyes glowing feral and yellow in the moonlight makes me whimper.
This is a new Malek.
A Malek who controls every bit of my body with delicious commanding sensations.
“This won’t be gentle,” he warns, and even if his words warn of the contrary, there’s a soft conflicting hum in the words, caring beneath the primal pleasure. “I am going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name. Until you beg for my mercy.” He palms the underside of his dick and slides it over me, poising it at my entrance. He leans forward, his bare chest brushing my back. “And even as you beg for mercy, I won’t grant it.”
Good.
Because I want every bit of the beast right now.
And then he slides into me in one hard thrust.
He fills me so entirely, so thoroughly, that my orgasm spirals through me fast and hard. I shudder beneath him even as he thrusts harder from behind, holding my hips steady as he pounds faster and faster. He’s relentless, almost violent in a way that’s too filled with pleasure to have a single hint of pain. It’s like for so long he’s held himself back from doing just this.
And now that he has me, he seems to be intent on letting the frost-bitten wind carry my shaking cries into the endless expanse of the darkness around us.
His hands reach around me and slip beneath my jacket and shirt to tease my nipples. He brushes over them fully with his palms before he pinches them abruptly and the tingling energy builds inside me all over again. His hand drifts down lower, slipping over my skin until he makes his way to the front of my sex. He pushes over my slickness where his dick thrusts hard inside me, at the edge of where our bodies meets. His thumb trails circles around my clit and it’s too much, too soon, and I’m coming again.
I drop to my elbows in the dirt. The waves of release are too much and I can’t keep myself upright even if I want to. His hands support my hips, never releasing me, as he finds his bliss inside me. And even when he does, he doesn’t stop. He continues that tormenting building sensation, filling me entirely until everything else falls away completely. There’s nothing except for his cock inside me, the slick feel of him sliding in and out, roughly rocking against my inner walls.
His energy seems endless, and I absorb every bit of it, every moment of his rasping breath, of the roughness of his chest against my back, of bare skin on bare skin. My hips slam back to meet his in a dance neither of us know the steps to, but are too caught up in each other to care.
I thought the intensity of it all was impossible up until this point, but it builds all over again, higher, until I’m panting beneath him, arching and curling into his body on uncontrollable trembling movements.
“Malek,” his name escapes my lips on a hissing, moaning breath. Just as I’m about to spiral toward that unreachable crash, he pulls back to deny it from me.
“Please, Malek.” My fingers drag into the dirt, nails cracking at the pain and torturous perfection of it all.
He hums a content sounding groan at the plea but never stops.
He moves faster, as if it could never be enough. One hand slips from my hip and slides up my spine to tangle into the roots of my long hair. He tugs, and the sting of the gesture only fuels every tumultuous emotion that rages inside of me. He pulls until I’m sitting up, until I’m practically in his lap and he dives into me from behind and beneath me.
Relentless. Passionate. Everything he kept so tightly locked up he unleashes onto me in vicious wave after wave of consuming sensations.
The heat of our bodies mingle as his hard chest slides along my spine, his strong arms wrapping around me in complete strength.
I turn to his kiss, biting at his bottom lip so he can feel the frustration building inside me with every thrust of my tongue against his. Together we taste like earth and sweat and tears, and nothing has ever been more delicious or wildly out of control.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. There’s no perfection in our movements, no slow seduction. This chaotic harmony is better than that, and it’s everything I never knew I needed. His hand slips down my ribs on a slow path that he’s memorized now, sliding right to my clit to build that reckless energy he keeps drawing out of me.
“Come, Izzy” he growls against my lips. “Now.”
The growling demand alone tingles through my core.
His body commands my own, and I fall into that chasm of pleasure, screaming his name into the darkness only to finally hear him follow in the end with rough, hard and deep strokes that have him almost collapsing against me. His growls turn into howls as he slowly slips his cock from the slick tightness of my body, making me feel like I lost some essential part of myself because of his absence. Hot, heavy breaths wash over my neck as he pulls me closer, as if we could merge together somehow, his beautiful, deadly Prod and mine.
“Fuck, Izzy.” Every word is becoming more beastly. “You... need... to leave. Now.” The warmth of his body slips from mine momentarily before he’s lifting me up by the hips.
I can barely stand and there’s an ache between my thighs that makes my legs tremble. I would have been content to lie in our perfect bliss and dream about all the things he just made me feel, but Malek has different ideas, and cuddling is not one of them.
His every movement is jerky as he grasps my skirt and pulls it up my shaking legs, settling it on my hips. He’s kneeling in front of me, his every muscle rippling like he’s some bronze god rising from the earth to worship me.