Devil You Know(65)

It may soon become my favorite thing to do.

My pace continues at the right speed to build him up, push him to the edge, but leave him cursing me for more. He inches his hips up with each drop of my mouth, and I cup his balls in my hand and give them a squeeze.

His eyes snap open, and the dark lust that I see throws me off. I’m not used to it, not used to seeing somebody want me. He frowns, and I realize I’ve stilled, my mouth hovering over his pulsing erection.

“Babe, you okay?”

“Fine,” I say with a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “But I think I’m ready to try and break this bed if you are.”

He growls, and in one swift move has me on my back again. “Challenge accepted.” Malice’s mouth finds mine, and we battle for breath as our kiss consumes the moment.

Hands roam, hips lift, and our hearts race. All sense of conscious thought leaves me and my body takes over, running on a primal desire I haven’t tapped into for a long time. Last time with Malice was amazing, don’t get me wrong, but each of the times we’ve been together a little more of our subconscious efforts at keeping our walls up has crumbled. Every time I’m with him I feel as though I inch closer to seeing the boy hiding in the dark chambers of his heart.

Malice thrusts deep, and I cry out, free to show him how much I enjoy this—how badly I want to be over him, under him, all day, every day. A delicious rumbling hum comes from his chest as he finds his perfect pace. True to his promise, the bed rocks beneath us, and the joins complain with the force of his movements.

I take it all; take the power and aggression he pushes into me. Eyes open, I watch him as he screws his tight. He grits his teeth, and it dawns on me that this is more than a sexual release for him. Despite everything he does to me being done out of passion, there’s an element of anger to the way he slams into me. He’s channeling the hate from one part of his mind into the task at hand.

I can’t complain. Not when it feels this good.

“You can fuck me harder than that,” I bite out, spurring him on.

I want to see him lose control.

I want to see him give me everything.

He roars through a clenched jaw, and drives into me so hard that the bed literally shifts, the headboard smacking into the wall with resounding thuds. I’m certain I’ll regret this when I try to walk later, but fuck me, right now it’s heaven.

Who would have known I like it this hard? My confidence is spurred on by his attention to me; to what I need. I can’t say a man has ever done that; cared about what makes me happy, what gets me off. The territory is so new to me that I may as well be a damn virgin.

“God, yes, Malice. God, yes,” I moan underneath him as his movements loose their fluidity. He’s close. Real close.

I reach down, and place my first two fingers either side of his cock as he shunts short, and hard. He hisses when I squeeze my fingers together. Damn, the man feels divine slipping in, and out of me.

“Jesus, Jane.”

I lean up, and take his mouth with mine as he slips over the brink, spiraling undone with a shudder of his hips. He groans into my kiss, and I follow him soon after, the vibrations from his voice tickling me inside and out.

Malice pulls back, and looks me over. The heat of the moment passed, I shy, and turn my face away.

“Jane, don’t shut me out. Christ, woman. We’ve just had fucking amazing sex, and you’re turning away.”

I let the smile I feel on the inside, thinking about what we shared, show on the outside for a change. My lips curl at the corners, and I look back to find him grinning. My stomach flutters, and a fresh wave of heat races across my skin.

“Your smiles are going to be the death of me.” I grab a pillow, and heave it as his chest.

He catches it with a chuckle, and tosses it aside. “I can’t help it if you make me smile.”

“Ditto.”

He always makes me smile. Even when the thought of losing him kills me inside.

• • • • •

I WAKE, groggy and confused as to what that damn noise is. It sounds like a phone, but my phone doesn’t have that ringtone.

Where am I?

I look around the room, and the early evening sunlight streaming through the open blinds reminds me what I got up to this afternoon—what we got up to. Malice stirs behind me, and utters something under his breath as he heads for the source of the racket. I tug the sheets up, and watch him answer.

“Yeah?”

Whoever it is, they can’t be his favorite person right now.

“When?” His brow furrows. “Can’t someone else do it?” My chest tightens as I watch him pace the room. “Yeah, okay. Whatever.” He sighs. “I’ll be right there.”