Chapter 43

Malia POV

Our lips crashed together with the force of the stormy waves crashing on the rocky cliff. His body followed the motion, and he landed on me, caging me between him and the bed, his legs between mine. His smell was divine, intoxicating. I couldn’t think straight. I was focusing on not losing my breath, though it felt like he was desperately trying to drown me with his mouth. His tongue was aggressively dancing with mine, not even giving any tempo. Dizziness was taking me at some point, and, even with pushing his chest with all my might, I had to dig my nails into his skin for him to back up. And an inch was all he gave me.

Heaving, his hot breath grazing my skin, making me shiver deliciously, he stared for a while. For a moment, I thought he would leave. His jaws stiffened, his fists clenched on the sheets, both sides of my head. His eyes darkened, mesmerizing. I wanted to touch him. But my body refused to move. Petrified at the idea of triggering his escape mode, I held his stare.

He didn’t leave. He sighed loudly, heavily. As he exhaled all the air in his lungs, his hand found my waist and in a blink, he was under me, as I was aligned with his swollen member, that was throbbing against my itching and dripping core. Clothes were a bother, a raw annoyance that I couldn’t get by.

As swiftly as I found myself riding him, I ripped his shirt, uncovering his hard and chiseled chest and abdomen, the bumps of his muscles protruding a bit more after every breath. A bit shocked at my bold move, he grinned, looked at me up and down, and in a wink I found myself topless, the bra and the shirt flying, scattered around in pieces. I initiated a move to cover myself, suddenly taken by the prude shyness of being intimately naked in front of a man, but he stopped me, pinning my hands behind my back with one hand while the other caressing my inner thigh.

“Don’t you dare cover yourself in front of me.” His husky voice was so low and raspy it was hard to distinguish it from a beast growl. “You are magnificent. And will be even more when I’ll make you come, and scream my name.”

Air was not breathable anymore. It was burning my nose. I could swallow anymore, my mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert, and it felt like eating sand. A ball in my stomach was formed by an inexhaustible thirst that was my only focus. I needed that man desperately to survive and was willing to obey any demand of his for him to take me and bring me back to life.

I arched my back, slowly motioning my hips so that my widened legs would allow my bud to caress the tip and then the length of his hardened dicc. He grunt, squeezing my wrists in his grasp, pulling my hands a little bit more away so I would arched and spread a bit more. The moan that came from me was glutural and unmistakably the demonstration of my desire to be taken. Want he perfectly understood, as with his free hands, he got rid of my pants, which were served the same fate as the rest of my clothing. With an expert hand, he held me up and got rid of his shorts in not more than two moves.

He took his shaft in his hand, and rubbed the tip to my entrance. Electrical waves struck me, and I moaned, or I cried, I couldn’t tell. He was huge. I was even wondering if the tip would enter. As if he was reading my mind, he took my chin between his index and thumb and forced me to look into his eyes.

“You need preparation before taking that. But I’ll prepare you alright. And you will meet it at the same time.”

On his words, he stood up slightly, almost sitting. He then flipped me, I felt like a vulgar doll, getting tossed here and there, making me face his enormous length.

All of this was new. Being touched, and touching. I was like a puppet, trying to follow the flow of the show, but I was still clueless as to how to really please a man. Please this man in particular, who was in bed so often with a bimbo who wasn’t me. I turned my head around, to say something I wasn’t even sure of, but at that moment he buried his face in between my legs. I got so surprised I almost jumped out of the bed but he held my asss tight and steady. I felt his tongue playing around the entrance of my garden, as his thumbs were caressing near my lips.

It was driving me crazy. I moaned again, parting my lips, opening my mouth at the tricks he played with his tongue entering my core, licking me in two. He took the opportunity to shut me up with his dicc, shoving it in my mouth in one hip swing. I gagged, as it tapped the top of my throat but contained myself. Slowly, I started matching his rhythm, moving my head up and down, licking and sucking his tip, thriving when I felt the shivering of pleasure instead of the horny throbbing. He was groaning and growling of enjoyment, encouraging me.

As I was, with my muffled and choked moans and cries, while he was skillfully sucking my bud, and thrusting his first two fingers inside.

“You are so tight. I’m going to fill you up.”

And a third finger. The thrusting intensified with it, and I went along, accompanying my mouth with my hand.

Soon, it was only a concert of wet skin against another, of moaning and hungry grunting. He came into my mouth with a loud growl and so did I. We both cleaned each other, and were all sweaty. I was shaking, barely able to stand into my place.

“Ready?”

Ready? Eyes wide opened, I found myself on my back again, legs around his hips.

“It’s gonna hurt. I will move when you tell me so.”

And then I felt the pinch of the tip breaking my fences. Tears welled up in my eyes, fire lit up in the pit of my stomach. My body was splitted in two, literally, but also between the tearing pain and the thrilling pleasure.

“Just a little more…” He whispered, keeping my hips still, slowly filling me whole.

It felt like I ate a whole month in one night. At some point, it was irritating to stay in place and, jiggling carefully under his fingers, I managed to make him understand he could move. He didn’t ask twice. He retracted, almost getting out completely before reinserting himself completely. It was exalting. Stars started dancing before my eyes and I felt numb but also stimulated at the same time. It was overwhelming and beautifully painful.

“I want more.”

The thrust that answered my plea was as hungry and desiring as I was. Clenching my hold on him a bit more with my legs, I tried to get him down closer to me, to touch him with everything I could, my fingers, my chest, my lips, my nose. But he stayed distant, almost out of reach. He placed a few eager kisses here and there, but never let himself be pinned down.

His thrusting became rather quick and sharp. I was feeling the fuzziness of the climax tickling my fingertips. He leaned down at that moment, and whispered in my ears.

“Say my name, now.”

And I cried his name. I just had seex with Alpha Samael. So what now?