Malice's Possession (16 page)

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.

He gripped his shaft and stroked the massive length several times while watching her.
It seemed vulgar and obscene, but God she loved it, and loved watching him do it. But it was when he took off his cut, placed it on the dresser, and then removed his shirt that she had to clench her hands into fists by her sides to stop herself from reaching out and touching him. She wanted him, wanted to run her tongue along all of the hard muscle on his body, and over the tattoos that covered it. Seeing Malice with no clothes on and clearly wanting her was an aphrodisiac all in itself. He had a very light sprinkling of hair on his upper chest, and a dark line of hair that started at his belly button and went right down to his cock. And when he had turned she had seen the tattoo on his back. It was the same patch design of the one he wore on his cut: a motorcycle silhouetted behind a rising phoenix. With his arms and chest covered in ink, he looked so good, so dangerous, and so very masculine. In his presence she felt like a woman. He moved back toward her, slid his hands down her collarbones, across her breasts, and continued his path until he got to her pants. He didn’t remove them right away like she would have thought, but instead rested his head in the crook of her neck. Seconds passed that felt more like minutes, and all she wanted was to do this, to finally feel him do the things to her that she envisioned. They may have only known each other for such a short time, but when something felt this good it seemed almost wrong to go against it.

“Why are you stopping?” She could hear her pulse racing in her
ears, and feel it in her throat.

“Are you sure about this, baby, because once we do
this it can’t be undone.” His voice was so very deep, and she felt it vibrate along her neck. “When I take you it will be for good, I will not let you go. I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re my old lady, and that if they fuck with you, they fuck with me.” He breathed in and out heavily, and his warm, humid breath was making another part of her even moister. “And believe me when I say they don’t want to fuck with me and what’s mine.”

She had no doubts
that he could deliver on that promise. Hell, she had seen his fierceness already. She shook her head and lifted her hands so she could rest them on his narrow waist. “I’m sure. I don’t think I have ever been surer of anything in my life before.” And she meant that, every single word. She heard him swallow, and then when she moved her hands up his sides and rested them on his pecs he groaned. When he moved closer and the hot, hard length of his cock pressed against her belly, a half sigh half moan left her. A spark of iciness touched her skin, and she looked down and stared at the piercing at the tip of his erection. She knew enough that that type of piercing was called a Prince Albert. Of course she couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel inside of her.

“I want you so fucking badly.” He breathed
against her, groaned and thrust his hips forward so she felt his cock and piercing once again. “I could come without even being inside of you, baby.” He ran his tongue up the length of her throat. “I could lick every part of you, suck at your nipples, your clit…”

A tremble moved through her
, and she tightened her hands on his shoulders

“I could suck on you all night long until you came all over my face.”
He scraped his teeth over the area he had just run his tongue along. “I want to memorize you, Adrianna, so that there isn’t one inch of you that isn’t ingrained in my head.”

She felt dizzy, high, and drunk
from the sensation overload that was swarming her. “
Please
, Malice.”

He groaned against her neck, but he didn’t kiss her or touch her anymore. Instead he pulled back so they were looking into each other’s eyes.
“Hold on, baby.” He pulled away from her, and she braced a hand on the wall beside her for support.

Her knees shook, her head spun, and she was so uncomfortably wet that she wanted out of her panties and pants
. Everything felt hazy, but soon her mind and vision cleared and she was able to focus on what Malice was doing: grabbing a condom. She clenched her thighs together once more because the sight of his wide shoulders and muscular back covered in ink had her clit tingling. He turned back around, and of course her gaze went right to the massive cock that jutted from him. But Adrianna couldn’t help it.

He stalked forward, and really there was no other word that effective
ly described what he was doing. He stopped mere inches from here, and she stared at the small cut on his bottom lip. Without thinking, just acting, she lifted her hand and ran the pad of her finger right beside it. He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. He just stared right into her eyes.

“Do I frighten you?”
he said low and then glanced down at her mouth.

“A little.” There was no need to lie, but even if she said no Adrianna knew he would have known she was lying.

He lifted his hand and ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “Your instincts are telling you I am not a good man.” He was focused on what he was doing with his thumb on her lip. “You’re smart to be afraid of me, but you,” he lifted his gaze to hers, “shouldn’t be. Ever.” He slipped his hand behind her head, tangled his fingers in her hair, and leaned down to kiss her. With his lips still on hers he moved forward, which caused her to move backward. The edge of the bed stopped her from moving any further.

“You’re so fucking
gorgeous, Adrianna.” He started touching her all over now, and it was like an animal was unleashed. He covered her chest with his big hands and rubbed his thumbs along the aching peaks. He did this for long, agonizing minutes, and just when she opened her mouth to tell him she couldn’t handle anymore, he slipped his hands down and in a matter of seconds had her pants and panties off.

There she stood, completely bared for him, and never
before feeling this kind of heat and chill move through her body at the same time. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Malice made this low sound in his throat, and in the next second he was gripping her ass and lifting her up. On instinct she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her breasts were pressed snugly against his muscular chest, and the solid, hot length of his cock slid through her slick folds. He rubbed his beard covered cheek along her smooth one, and the scruff abraded her flesh in the most delicious ways. And then she was on her back on the bed with Malice over her. He used his narrow hips to push her thighs apart, and the stretch of unused muscles protested from the action.

“Malice.” She hadn’t meant to say his name, but it had come from her on its own, as if she were pleading for him to gi
ve her what she really needed.

“I know, baby. I fucking know what you need, because it
’s what I need, too.” His cock was steel against her pussy, and the thick length slid along her folds and parted them. The cold and hard ridge from his piercing teased her overheated skin. A groan spilled from her, and she was surprised by how needy sounding it was.

“
I want you, Malice.” She didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she didn’t want to stop. He leaned down and nuzzled her at the same time he ground his cock into her. The base of his shaft pressed into her clit, sending sparks of electricity through her. “Christ, baby, you have no idea how good that feels.” He pressed more firmly against her, and her mouth opened on a silent cry. He kept hold of her with one strong hand, and used the other to reach between their bodies and align the tip of his dick with the opening of her body. Adrianna wasn’t a virgin, but she also hadn’t been with a man that was so well endowed. His gaze was trained between them, and the fact that he was watching himself as he pushed his dick into her body was so damn erotic. He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and said, “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He moved the tip up and down her slit, and then pushed just the tip into her. “And so
tight
.” He said the last word on a groan. “If you knew how hard I want to fuck you, how much I want you to feel that you’re mine, I’d frighten you, baby.”

Adrianna closed
her eyes close at the delicious way he stretched her and at the feeling of his piercing hidden only by a thin layer of latex moving against her sensitive flesh. “God, Malice, I want that.” She felt delirious for him and loved his filthy words. The burning pain and ecstasy slammed into her as he continued to push all of those long, thick inches inside of her. The pain left her as the pleasure increased. He moved his hands behind her and gripped her ass in a bruising hold. She liked that added spark of pain, loved that it told her he was barely controlling himself.

“You’re so fucking tight
and hot.” His voice was guttural, and his eyes were closed. With every inch he pushed into her, she finally realized what it was to be claimed. She had never felt this way about anyone, had never even thought feeling these emotions and sensations was possible. “Does it feel good, baby?” he asked in a harsh voice.

“
Yes. God, it feels so good.”

With one more thrust he buried the last inch of his cock into her and groaned out deeply.
They both let out a hard grunt of pleasure, and Adrianna curled her nails into his back, loving how he filled and stretched every single part of her. He pulled out of her, and then pushed back in just as slowly. His breath became quicker when he started thrusting in and out of her, and the heavy sack beneath his dick slapped against her ass.

“Oh my God, Malice.” She felt her eyes widen, knew her orgasm was imminent, and tightened her hold on him.

“That’s it.” He groaned out. “Dig your nails into me. Make it fucking hurt, baby.”

It was agony and e
cstasy all rolled into one. With every thrust of his hips she moved up on the bed, but he placed a hand on her shoulder and kept her stationary for his erotic punishment. A high pitched gasped left her. “More, Malice. God,
more
.” Here she was, begging him for it harder and faster. He never stopped his steady thrusting. In and out, and more ferociously. He lowered his head, and his mouth was right by her ear. She tightened her hold on him, wanting him closer, because for this one moment Malice didn’t want anyone but her.

“
God, I’ve never felt anything like this, Adrianna.” His voice was a rough whisper. The root of his cock rubbed along her clit, back and forth, again and again until that burst of pleasure escalated.

Her entire body tightened
, signaling her climax. The pleasure rushed to the surface and stole all of her sanity. “I’m close, Malice.” His name came out of her on a gasp.

“
Come all over my cock, baby.” He thrust hard and severely into her, hitting something deep that had her inner muscles clenching around him violently. “Yeah, that’s fucking it. Tighten around me, make me come right along with you, Adrianna.”

Adrianna arched her neck and opened her mouth on a silent cry. Her climax took everything out of her, stole her energy, her strength, and replaced it with this euphoric sensation.
He slammed into her, pressing his body fully against hers now as he continued to pump his hips back and forth. Her thighs ached from how wide they were spread, and her skin was slick with perspiration. He bottomed out in her, almost slipped free from her body, but then just as quickly slammed back into her. He was an animal as he made these guttural noises and nipped at her neck. When her orgasm started to wane he reached between their bodies and found her clit with his thumb.