Page 40 of Malice

She lifts her arms, and I pull it over her head. What’s underneath isn’t much, a simple bra and panties that barely cover those killer curves.

“My gaze lingers on a few of her scars, and she stills my hand. “Don’t,” she insists. “Don’t see me as fragile.”

I lock eyes with hers, seeing nothing but fire and raw hunger that mirrors my own. “I’m not,” I say, my voice low and raw, only for her. “I’m looking at you like you’re fucking mine.”

Her eyes blaze, not with fear, but a need that could match a goddamn inferno. She unhooks her bra with a confidence that damn near floors me, letting it drop. I let out a sound that’s more growl than groan.

“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, lowering myself to her again.

This time, I’m not holding back. My mouth finds her breast, tongue swirling before I suck her in, hard. She gasps, back arching, hands tangling in my hair with a desperation I feel in every damn bone.

“Carter,” she breathes, voice already shaky. “Please.”

That word, spilling from her lips, shatters whatever control I had left. I trail kisses down her body, lips brushing her stomach, feeling her muscles jump under my touch. At the edge of her panties, I tug them down her legs, leaving her bare and ready on my bed, the sight enough to shut out the whole damn world.

Nestled between her thighs, I kiss the inside of each knee, watching as shivers ripple through her. “What do you want?” I murmur against her skin, voice low and dangerous.

Her eyes burn into mine, dark and full of raw fucking need. “You. Every bit of you. Don’t hold back.” Her words land like a bell at the start of a round, and every last bit of restraint I’ve been holding on to goes with them. I dive in, tongue tracing her like she’s the only damn thing that matters, fueling myself on every gasp, every damn moan. Her fingers clutch at my hair, a desperate tug that sends a goddamn jolt straight through me. I pull her closer to the edge, her breathing ragged, thighs trembling against my palms.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, voice cracking with urgency. “I’m so fucking close.”

I take her swollen bud between my lips, and she falls apart, shattering with each wave crashing over her. I stay there, steady, savoring the tremors until they fade. Pulling back, she’s a beautiful wreck, panting, eyes glazed over like she’s drunk on it all, skin flushed and begging for more. Something snaps in me, all control gone. I strip off my jeans and boxers, knowing her eyes are glued to me, flickering wider at the sight of my cock, hard and ready.

“Come here,” she commands, her rasp like a damn siren’s call.

I climb onto the bed, slotting myself between her thighs. Her hand finds me, a tight grip that makes my hips jerk like it’s instinct.

“Are you sure?” I ask, voice rough, barely hanging on to that last thread.

Her answer is a silent, aching nod, her eyes locked on mine with a raw ferocity. “I’m fucking sure. I want all of you.” I don’t need any more permission.”

I plunge into her warmth in one determined stroke. Her sharp intake of breath, the way her tight heat wraps around me, it’s dizzying, intoxicating. Her nails dig into my shoulders, anchoring herself with fiery determination.

“Okay?” I breathe, straining to keep my shit together, holding still like it’s a fucking exercise in restraint.

“More than okay.” She rolls her hips, need dripping from every word. “Please, Carter, move.”

I start slow, savoring every thrust like it’s the last, pushing us both to the brink. Her legs latch onto me, dragging me deeper, her half moan, half sigh driving me fucking insane.

“Harder,” she gasps, hands sliding down to grip my ass, demanding I give her everything. “Don’t hold back.”

I flip us, sudden and wild, and she straddles me, surprise giving way to pure hunger in her wide eyes. She braces on my chest, rocking those hips, obliterating my vision and any damn sense of control.

“Like this?” she challenges, voice low, sultry, made for the shadowy space we occupy.

“God, yes.” I groan, guiding her movements, knowing I’m a goner. “Just like that.”

She sets a relentless pace, riding me hard, taking me deeper with every stroke. Her head falls back, and the line of her throat is too tempting, so I sit up, trailing my lips over her skin, tasting the salt and sweat of pure, unbridled desire.

The new angle makes her gasp, her inner walls gripping me tight as a fucking vise. She’s damn near there, rhythm all over the place, breath coming in bursts.

“Look at me,” I growl. Her eyes lock onto mine, glazed and begging. “I want to see you when you come.”

That does it. Her body seizes, a guttural cry torn from her throat as she shakes apart right above me. The sight of her losing control sends me over the edge, thrusting up hard, caught in the goddamn chaos of it all.

We stay tangled up, catching our breaths in short pulls, foreheads pressed together. She collapses against me, warm and real, and I pull her in tight.

When she moves, lips brushing my collarbone like a drug, I tighten my grip. “Don’t fucking move,” I murmur into her hair. “Not yet.”