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EVANGELINE

I didn’t even know where those words—these base, primal wants—were coming from.

Not human, not witch, but pure vampire carnality, and I didn’t even have an ounce of shame, especially not when Malachi’s gaze ignited, his face tightening with lust.

His full lips, shining with my juices, might have been the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

That quickly, need rose to the surface again, an achy, demanding urge that had me sitting up, stripping off my shirt, the cool air in the room washing over me, my skin prickling. With a wave of his hand, Malachi ignited a fire in the hearth, candles glowing on the mantle, the room suffused in warmth and light and his heady scent.

Then it was my turn to lay back on the bed and watch him shrug off his jacket, powerful shoulders shifting, his ravenous stare raking over me as thoroughly as his tongue had just ravaged my pussy. I went to close my legs, but he stopped me with a shake of his head.

“No, lay back and let me look.” His deep, rough purr shivered over me, demand and worship and lust mixed into one and every muscle in my body tensed in anticipation. “You don’t know how long I’ve imagined you like this.”

He’d…imagined me? Malachi Draven, my worst enemy…had imagined me like this?

Slowly, I laid back on the cool, silky sheets, drowning in his stare, the hunger he wasn’t bothering to hide, and I lost myself in the possibilities that lurked in his greedy gaze, in the clenching of his jaw, in the way those sharp fangs pinched his full bottom lip.

I was in dangerous, dangerous territory and… there was nowhere else I wanted to be .

“I want to stamp you on my memories, and with the light on your skin you are…” His tongue swept out, and my entire body clenched, desperate for him. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I never want to forget you like this. You are perfect, Vicious, absolutely perfect.”

I was a coiled spring, every part of me aching for him, ready for him to sweep me away, to devour me and chew me up, then go over the edge with me. Somehow, I knew, once we did, there would be no coming back.

He flicked open the top button on his shirt and I couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop myself from drinking in every inch of creamy flesh he exposed as his shirt opened to the navel, where a hint of dark blond hair began.

I wanted to lick down that line, drop to my knees before him, have him hold my head steady while he worked his cock in and out of my…

“ Vicious ,” he hissed. “Keep that up and tonight will be over before it begins. I’m not rushing this. I want to savor you. I intend to sample every single pleasure you have to offer, and by the time I am done with you, you won’t be able to walk, and the insides of your thighs will be coated with me.”

That ball of ache between my legs turned to a roar and I dropped a hand to my pussy and spread myself open for him, stroking myself as his face hardened to stone.

What if…that’s what I want? For you to use me, like you threatened. I want to be at your mercy, helpless… I sucked in a quick, nervous breath. I want you to mix pain with the pleasure and make me feel it all, Malachi.

He was frozen, fingers on his waistband, eyes glued to where I worked my fingers in and out, little pants coming between his parted lips.

“Make the world disappear. If only for tonight,” I begged softly.

The tension snapped, he shredded his pants as he peeled them off, his cock—gloriously hard, veined and enormous—springing out, the flat head so engorged it was almost purple. The shiver that went through me was tangible, my entire body writhing against the mattress, my plunging fingers so fucking insignificant to the thickness that was about to be inside me.

“Please, stop teasing me. I need you to fill me up.”

But he didn’t move, just began to stroke himself, until precum beaded at his top, my mouth watering as I yearned to surge forward and taste him for myself. I pushed off the bed and…

Was dragged back down, hands over my head, until I lay flat and spread, glamoured shackles tightening around my wrists and ankles as he tugged my legs wider.

“Stay right there. You want me to mix some pain with the pleasure, you wicked little thing?” His gaze swept over me appraisingly, one eyebrow cocked and he rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the moisture until it gleamed. “That can be arranged,” he murmured, almost to himself before he reached for a flickering candle.

“Have you ever done anything like this before, Evangeline?” He asked, all teasing gone from his voice. “Tell me the truth, so I know where to start and how far to go.”

“No,” my uncertain gaze flicked between the lit candle and his face. “This is my first time.”

A low, guttural groan crawled up out of his throat and he began to stroke himself harder. “Good. We’ll start slow. I won’t burn you, love. This will sting for a moment, but I’ll make you feel so fucking good, I promise.”

His eyes flicked over my body before landing on my breasts, my nipples so hard they throbbed.

“So beautiful. So perfect. So… mine .” He stepped up beside the bed, then climbed beside me, dark eyes swallowing up all the light as he studied my mouth. “I’m not sure where to begin, honestly. If you only knew the fantasies I’ve had about you, Evangeline…you wouldn’t have invited me into your bed.”

“Yet here you are,” I murmured softly, writhing against the mattress, trying to create some sort of friction to ease the throbbing in my pussy, to counter the trickle of fear at the candle in his hand and all my wild imaginings of what he was planning to do next.

His cock was right there, and all I wanted was to taste him, to please him.

“Do you really?” His brows went up. “Then open your mouth, Vicious.” He plunged two fingers into between my lips, coated with him, tasting of cedar and salt and musk and I sucked, swirling my tongue around the tips, dipping between them as he forced them in deeper. “That’s it. So greedy, begging for all your holes to be filled.”

I closed my eyes. Yes. fill me up. Make me scream.

“Oh, I plan on filling you up, Vicious. Every single hole, over and over until you can’t move. Now don’t you dare bite down.”

Hot wax hit my nipple, dripping like lava down the rounded sides of my breast while I squirmed, that fast, intense burn followed by a shiver of pure pleasure as he pushed another finger into my mouth, forcing me open wider. “That’s it, take what I give you. Such a good girl,” he praised. “You beautiful thing, dying for me to use and fuck and fill any way I want.”

God, those filthy, filthy words turned my ball of ache into a desperate needy want , my empty core tightening down as he tipped the candle again and that same quick flash of pain sizzled through my other breast, followed by another warm flush of pleasure.

Little by little, Malachi painted my body with hot, molten wax, fed me his cum, dipped his head, biting and licking and tasting every inch of my skin, until I was begging for more. Every time I was close to imploding, he’d pull back and watch, chest heaving as I strained against his bonds, pleading for him to finish me.

“Please, Malachi. Let me come. I need you inside me, I can’t…” I arched up, desperate little noises grinding up out of me as I fought to get free so I could at least touch him.

Or touch myself, before I exploded.

He set the candle aside and I went still as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed himself into my mouth with a rasping groan that didn’t sound remotely human.

“Oh gods, if you knew how often I’ve imagined this,” he hissed, “those pretty pink lips wrapped around me, the fucking feel of your tongue working my cock. Fuck, Vicious…fuck, you are going to be my undoing.” He pulled out with a groan, rubbing the tip over my lips before pushing back inside.

My eyes rolled back in my head as he worked himself slowly in and out, coating my mouth with his musky taste, having him towering over me, powerful and commanding, while I was helpless and spread, did things to my insides I didn’t understand.

Things I… liked , even though I couldn’t explain why.

Like I could finally let myself go, make my mind go blank, forget about all the dangers lurking outside these walls and just let myself feel for once.

“That’s it, my love, let go, relax, let me worry about everything. All I want you to do is enjoy yourself.” I closed my eyes and gave into the delicious friction of him sliding over my lips, filling me up, the approval in his voice, the way his thumb rubbed my cheek with every gentle stroke.

I need more of you, Malachi. I’m too empty and I need you to fill me up.

Another of those growls ripped free and he pulled out of my mouth, kissing me with a savagery that bordered on desperation.

I’ve waited so long for you. So fucking long, I’m afraid this is a dream and I’m going to wake up and you’re going to disappear.

Not a chance, since I’m tied to the bed. I nipped his bottom lip with my fangs and tasted blood. Now give me what I want, or else…

I lost the capacity to think as he straddled me, those bonds drawing tighter, lifting my hips slightly off the bed as his blunt head brushed my folds, then pushed in, my nonexistent composure shattering apart as he pressed deeper. I was swollen, tight, and he was big, forced to work for every small gain, until I felt every straining inch, every vein, every pulse as he hung his head, chest heaving with every panting breath.

“You feel amazing. Better than in my dreams.” Before I could possibly process that, he pulled out, thrusting deeper and I threw my head back, body arching up against his. Ripples of pleasure spread through me, and then he was pounding into me, as if he’d lost control.

You want my scent all over you? I’m going to plant myself so deep, you’ll never get me out, Vicious. I hope you know what you asked for, because after tonight, you are mine.

Oh. My. God.

I was close, hanging on to reality by the barest thread, and only because I didn’t want this to end. The glide of him inside me was sublime, the way he filled me with every powerful stroke, stretched me, hit so deep I felt him in my womb.

He was claiming me. Marking me as his, and that primal, raw part of me preened .

Then he dragged his fangs down my throat and I turned my head, offering myself to him. I wanted him to take every piece of me, wanted him to consume me until there was nothing left, and when his fangs sank in, pinning me down with his bite and his weight and the thrust of his cock, I shattered into a million pieces.

I broke, like I’d never broken before, pieces of myself lost to this implosion of pure pleasure, where the only thing binding me to the here and now was the weight of Malachi’s body on mine and his cock filling me up, and then, somehow, impossibly…

Like it was my own, his need rose like a leviathan, deep and demanding, unstoppable, a lifetime of raw, pent-up want raging and thrashing until finally, he dragged his tongue up the side of my throat and growled out my name, his cock pulsing inside me, painting me with his seed.

I clenched around him, and then I was free, free to wrap my arms around him, dig my heels into his ass as he rode me to completion, groaning out my name, over and over again.

We were fire and shadow and illusion and we burned together, brighter than the stars, colder than the deepest, darkest depths, and we clung to one another as we flew higher than seemed possible.

And we never let each other go.

* * *

Hours later, I watched him peel another sliver of red wax off my body, kissing the pink spot with a tenderness I never could have imagined from the cold, arrogant Malachi Draven.

The entire room smelled like sex—male musk and warm winds with a layer of cedar and the rich scent of fresh roses from the garden.

I was sprawled over him, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest, pausing over every mark and scar, too tired to ask about them, but wondering, all the same. Neither of us brought up tomorrow, or Ravok, or what came after this. Because neither of us wanted to know the answer.

So being the coward I was, I snuggled closer, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.