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Malice wanted to go softly, to make sure she was with him one-hundred percent. But when she gripped his biceps and dug her nails into his skin, something snapped inside of him. Her words played over and over in his head, and he couldn’t help but feel the possessiveness and proprietary nature inside of him grow. From the moment he saw her he knew she was his, and that he would kill anyone else that thought about fucking that up.
He stroked the seam of her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth, and then he delved inside, fucking her with the muscles until these breathy little sounds escaped her. For several minutes all they did was kiss, and the sounds she made fueled his own, had his cock hard as steel and were playing havoc with his self-control. He broke the kiss, sucked in air, and immediately started trailing his lips and tongue along her jaw-line. You want this as much as I do, Adrianna.” He had since moved his hands down to her shoulders, and he pulled her closer. She smelled so fucking good, sweet and floral, and he grew drunk from the aroma.
“I want this, Malice.” He could feel her letting her head fall back slightly, and he used that as an opportunity to suck and lick at the spot right below her ear. Her pulse was beating hard beneath his tongue, and he sucked her flesh into his mouth, not caring if he left a mark. In fact, he wanted to leave a mark on her.
He groaned against her throat, and he felt her tremble beneath his hands. The possessive side of him rose up, wanting to make sure she knew that he would never let her go, and never let her be in pain again. “Fuck, I want you so badly. I want to make you mine, make you scream my name, and have you cry out for more.” He moved his hands between their bodies to cup her breasts. They were full, pressing against the material of her shirt and spilling over the top. He squeezed the mounds, gave a low growl, and slipped his fingers under the hem of the fabric. He skimmed his fingers along her bare flesh, loved that her skin was slightly damp from sweating because she was so turned on, and forced himself to go slow. But he had never been the kind of man that had patience, especially not when he wanted Adrianna this badly. He slid his hand up the center of her chest, and when he felt the swell of her breast something inside of him snapped He wrenched her shirt up and over her head, and stared down at her chest. The heavy, big mounds were barely contained in her bra, but he wanted that gone, too.
When he tore the bra from her body and her breasts sprang free and shook from the force. He was losing it as he stared at her chest, watched as the red tipped peaks hardened even further, and knew that what he felt for this woman wasn’t just for this one night. Even after he had her, had placed his claim on her by pounding his dick in and out of her, and hearing her call out his name, he wouldn’t be able to stop. He needed more of her, all of her, and judging by the way she looked at him, and how she reacted to his touches, Malice knew she wanted this just as much. She was his, and he had known that from the moment he saw her.
Chapter Sixteen
Adrianna couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even see straight as she stared at Malice. She stood before him with only her pants on, but there was no chill moving through her. All she felt was this intense heat, and the longer he stared at her the more powerful it became. Before she could say anything, if she could even form the right words, he was right in front of her. His breath smelled good, like mint and cinnamon combined. He reached out, cupped her bare flesh with both of his hands, and squeezed to the point of pain. She didn’t want foreplay, though. All Adrianna wanted was to feel Malice over her, sliding in and out of her body with all of that raw power he held, and making her forget—even for a small window of time—the pain she had lived. No more thinking, no more questioning and worrying about what she should and shouldn’t do. That had never helped her in life, and this moment was something she desperately wanted. Malice was what she desperately wanted.
He took her mouth again in a brutal kiss, and she swore she could feel him in every part of her. It was like he wasn’t only just touching her breasts and stroking his tongue with hers. Not breaking the kiss, she reached between them and started working the button and zipper of his jeans down. He didn’t stop her, and instead groaned against her. Taking his hand from one of her breasts was disappointing, but when he spread his fingers through her hair and cupped the back of her head, she grew even more pliant. Once his pants were off he took a step back. God, he hadn’t even been wearing any underwear. That realization had her clenching her thighs together as more wetness spilled from her. But it was the sight of the piercing at the tip of his dick that stunned, frightened, and aroused her. It was a curved silver barbell, intimidating and like nothing she had ever seen in person before. He was huge between his thighs, but then again he was a big man all over. But seeing it, confined by nothing, pierced and standing straight and hard between his thighs, had her whole body tensing with arousal. He even had a pearl sized drop of pre-cum dotting the tip, and that had a wave of heat filling her. Never had she felt such potent desire for another person, but then again she had never felt the kind of things that she felt for Malice with anyone else.