Page 87 of A Warrior's Heart

As Malik smoothed his cock along my opening, I shuddered in anticipation. My heart pounded in my chest. I turned my head to capture his lips as he slowly eased into me. Pain laced with pleasure as he pushed deeper. I tore from his lips with a whimper.

“Do you want me to stop?” Malik asked, his voice rough.

“Don’t you dare.” I reached back and gripped his hips, loving the texture of his scales beneath my fingertips. “Show me how beautiful it can be, Mal. Make me fly.”

Malik crushed his lips to mine as he went deeper, withdrew a little, then dove back inside. Tension ran through his body. I knew he was holding himself back. It had been decades since he had buried his cock in anyone, and the urge to take me hard and fast was one he fought with every ounce of power in him.

He grazed his teeth along the curve of my throat, his cock pumping into me slow, but deep. I placed my hands over his and leaned my head back against him, staring up at the surface where the moon faintly showed through the water. The light was distorted, but still peaceful. My soul came alive as Malik’s scent surrounded me.

No moment had ever been more perfect.

Malik rolled to his side, taking me with him through the water.

With his arms around me, I felt so safe. With his lips on my neck, I felt desired. And with his heart beating against my back, his breaths heavy as he murmured sweet words in my ear, my love for him filled every part of me until I felt like I could explode from the force of it.

“Malik,” I whimpered as pressure built inside of me.

“Let go, sweet boy.” He nuzzled my nape and gripped my hips, plunging deeper.

We rolled together in the water, our tails linked just like our bodies. Heat radiated down my spine and gathered in my base. I dug my fingers into his sides, and he turned my face back to his, capturing my lips in another hard kiss. The building pressure finally reached its peak. His cock nudged my special spot one more time, and I cried out as intense pleasure crashed into me.

Malik held onto me through my release, showering me with kisses and sweet words.

He made me feel like a rare, precious jewel. Not something tarnished or broken. Emotion welled inside my chest, and I hooked an arm behind his neck, pressing our lips together as he chased his own orgasm.

He grunted against my mouth moments later, his body twitching and his cock pulsing, filling me with his heat.

“You own my heart,” Malik rasped, burying his face in my hair. “You make me feel alive again.”

I turned in his arms and cupped his cheek. As I stared into his orange eyes, I saw his vulnerability, his raw emotion. His barriers had been stripped away. There was nothing for him to hide behind. And he had never been more beautiful.

“I love you, you stubborn male.”

He smiled and rested his head against mine, his arms tightening around me. “And I love you.”

We had both been beaten down in the past. Our hearts had been broken. Yet, together, we helped each other mend.

The Crimson Night was quiet when we returned. The fire simmered low, nearly snuffed out, and the deck was empty apart from Ervin and Reif. Noticing us, Reif nodded to Malik before taking a drink from his mug.

“It’s nice to see Ervin getting along with someone,” I said as we walked to our cabin. “He reminds me of you at times. Strong willed, serious, and grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy.” Malik tossed me over his shoulder and carried me through the doorway.

“Lies.”

He tossed me on the bed.

“Hey!” I sat up on my knees and watched as he removed his armor. He paid me no attention as I caressed his forearm, and he didn’t react when I stuck out my foot and nudged his spine with my toes. “Are you ignoring me?”

Malik quietly coughed and placed his holstered dagger on the bedside table. I nudged him again with my toes, this time a bit harder.

“Don’t make me bite you,” I warned.

Finally, his expression faltered, and a smile broke across his handsome face. “You think I’m one of your sweet treats?”

“Yes.” I rose up and nipped at his bicep.

Malik pushed me to my back and crawled on top of me, the weight of his massive body sending excited ripples along my skin. Because it washim. My warrior. I seized his lips and tangled my fingers in his dark hair.