Chapter 117 Always his

Chapter 117 Always his
Seraphina’s POV:

The world narrowed down to the press of his lips, the rough scrape of his stubble against my neck, and the overwhelming, electric current of his hands on my body. His grip on my waist tightened, possessive and demanding, pulling me flush against him as he deepened the kiss. It was a kiss born of desperation, of a fear of loss that translated into a hunger that bordered on starving. But beneath the fierce, claiming aggression, there was a tremor of tenderness, a reminder that this was my Malakai, the man who would move heaven and earth for me.

His hand slid up my side, his knuckles grazing the silk of my robe, before he suddenly yanked the fabric aside, exposing the lace of my lingerie. The cool night air hit my skin, sending a shiver down my spine, but his touch was a fire that chased it away. He didn't waste a second. His fingers found the clasp, snapping it open with a decisive, almost angry movement, and the lace fell away.

The moment my breasts were free, his gaze dropped to them, dark and intense. He cupped one, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive peak, and then, without any warning, he pinched. Hard.

I gasped against his mouth, a sharp, involuntary sound that seemed to spur him on. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and his mouth moved from my lips to the sensitive column of my neck. He bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but with a ferocity that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. He licked and sucked at the sensitive spot, his teeth grazing the hollow of my throat, while his hand continued its assault on my nipple, twisting and pulling in a rhythm that had me arching my back, pressing myself against his palm.

"God, you're beautiful," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "So beautiful. And all mine."

He lifted me with surprising ease, setting me down on the cold marble of the kitchen counter. The sudden change in height put me at eye level with him, but it was the freedom of my legs that made me gasp. He didn't waste time; he stepped between my parted knees, his hands gripping my hips as he ground his hard length against me.

He kissed me again, his tongue invading my mouth, claiming it as he had the rest of me. Then he slid down the front of my body, his fingers and mouth finding the damp heat between my thighs. He didn't tease. He didn't wait. He pushed two fingers inside me, his thumb finding my clit and pressing hard.

I cried out, my head falling back, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Malakai," I whispered his name like a prayer.

He knew exactly what to do. His tongue flicked against my clit, circling the sensitive bud with a precision that drove me insane. He sucked it into his mouth, his lips and tongue working in tandem with his fingers, pumping them in and out of my tight, hot channel.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough, a dark command that made me obey. "I want to see you come apart for me."

I couldn't look away. His eyes were locked on mine, dark, swirling with a mix of possessiveness and raw hunger. The combination was devastating. My legs shook, trembling uncontrollably, but he held me up, his arm a steel band around my waist.

"You're so wet for me," he groaned, his mouth moving back to my ear. "So ready. Come for me, Vixen. Show me how much you love me. Come on my fingers."

I couldn't hold back. The pressure built, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drown me. I squeezed around his fingers, my back arching, my toes curling.

"Malakai!" I cried out, my body spasming as the orgasm crashed over me. My vision blurred, white light exploding behind my eyes, stars dancing in the darkness. I was flying, soaring, lost in a sea of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

He didn't stop. He continued to lick and suck, riding out my waves, his fingers pumping steadily, until I was completely spent, my body limp, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice a low, ragged hum. "So good."

He pulled his fingers out, and I whined at the loss, a pathetic sound that seemed to amuse him. He stood there, wiping his hand on his pants, his eyes blazing with a raw, possessive fire. "I need to be inside you right now," he said, his voice a dark promise. "I need to feel your tight pussy around my cock. Do you want that, baby?"

"Yes, please," I breathed, my body aching for him, for the completion only he could give.

He didn't wait for a second invitation. He scooped me up, carrying me out of the kitchen and into the living room. He placed me gently on the sofa, his hands strong and sure as he guided me to my hands and knees. He didn't waste time in preparation. He lined his cock up with my soaked, swollen folds, the tip nudging its way inside.
I gasped as he entered me in one hard thrust, stretching me, filling me completely. 

"Oh god," I moaned, my head falling forward.

He didn't give me time to adjust. He started to pump, hard and fast, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that had me seeing stars. Every stroke was a brand, a claim, a declaration that I was his and he was mine.

"You're mine," he growled, his hand gripping my hair, pulling my head back. "Every inch of you. Mine."

I met him stroke for stroke, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was primal and violent. The pleasure built again, a crescendo that was even more intense than before. I could feel him close, his body tensing, his breathing ragged.

"Come with me," he commanded, his voice a dark, possessive command. "Come for me. Together."

I cried out his name, my body arching, my nails digging into the upholstery as I shattered. He thrust one last time, deep, as he roared my name, and I felt him spill inside me, filling me, marking me as his.

We collapsed against each other, breathless and spent, our bodies slick with sweat. He pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tight. He stood up, gently scooping me up in his arms, and carried me back to bed, tucking me in with a tenderness that took my breath away.

"You're safe," he murmured against my hair. "You're always safe with me."

He pulled the covers up, tucking them around me, and then he climbed in beside me, pulling me into his arms. I fell asleep instantly, exhausted and happy, knowing that whatever the future held, I was his.