Touch of Flame

Malachi had never been overcome by such a strong need. It was as if he became possessed. The scent of fertility, his mate, and arousal made the beast in him awaken. The strong lust mixed with frustration, anger, possessiveness, and jealousy that he had tried to hold back now all made him burn.

He shifted, placing her on the bed with him on top. He held his weight off when she winced slightly and he remembered her wounds. Ravina opened her eyes and stared at him with a flushed face and dilated pupils. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising to almost touching his and then falling.

Yes, he liked her pale skin that showed this pink flush so clearly. She was like a blank canvas that he could paint on and he wanted to have the mark of his lips on her slender neck.

Remembering the marks Ares had left on her, "you are mine, Ravina!" He almost growled and then crashed his lips on hers.

A small strangled sound came from her mouth and he thought that he had hurt her now that he became so untamed but her hands found his shoulders.

Those small slender fingers grasped him with strength and then she pushed him back but also pulled him forward. Not that she managed to move him an inch but he didn't take that as a no as she didn't tear her lips away from his.

Malachi wasn't going as easy on her as he had planned and certain memories didn't help at all. He recalled when she came to him with that red dress and when she came to him smelling of arousal. He was utterly annoyed and frustrated again, wanting to fill this room with the same scent but much stronger.

His mouth left hers and ventured down to her neck wanting to leave his mark there. She was his. Who was Ares?! He would erase that man from her mind.

Her neck was so delicate that he could feel her wildly beating pulse right under his tongue. Her skin flushed wherever he kissed her, nibbled, and sucked. He moved to the other side and she tilted her head away welcoming his mouth into the crook of her neck. Her fingers took a firm grasp of his hair, pulling harder with every little punishment he gave her skin.

His own fingers slowly teased their way down to the hollow of her breasts, feeling her arch to his touch, and then slowly slinked them into her blouse.

"Oh..." Her hand flew to quickly grasp his wrist. Her body became tense and he pulled away from her neck to meet her gaze.

There was no resistance in her eyes but she blinked nervously. She hadn't been touched there before. Well, then he would gladly be her first. Ignoring her grip, he pushed his fingers in slowly.

"Ah...uh..." Her hold on his wrist tightened and her blinking increased before she shut her eyes with a small gasp when he reached the tight peak.

Watching her reaction was more maddening than touching her. She was exquisite and as he fondled her breast, she bit her lip to stop herself from making any sounds.

Malachi leaned in to help her stay silent. He covered her mouth with his while playing with the tight peak between his fingers, causing her to gasp into his mouth. He drank in her moans and relished in the spiked scent of arousal.

"You feel perfect," he spoke against her lips.

She struggled against him as his hand moved over, sneaking in to fondle her other breast.

"Mmm...ah..Malachi...I can't..." she tore her lips from his and he gave her nipple one last pinch to hear her moan.

"But I haven't tasted them yet..." he husked.

Speaking those words made his hunger spike.

Ravina opened her eyes and blinked. Her mouth moved but she managed to say nothing. Speechless for the first time, he thought amused while he easily unbuttoned the front of her blouse.

His tongue was already licking down the path between her mounds and feeling her body quiver against his mouth was very satisfying. He removed the fabric aside and stopped her hands that instinctively came to cover herself, by pinning them down.

"Malachi," he could hear the embarrassment in her voice but he was taken by what he saw.

Round, soft, and creamy with a pink tip.

Pink?

Soft pink like her lips. "They are pink," he said looking up at her face and he had never seen her turn so red.

She opened her mouth to speak again but was so flustered that she stuttered. "Have you... Uh!" She tried to wriggle her wrists away from his hold. "Yes. They are! Have you never seen such before?!" She snapped.

He tried not to smile at her reaction. He shouldn't think of this as funny but he realized what he had said, he understood her reaction.

"No, I haven't. They are..." he looked down at them again. "They are beautiful."

She seemed surprised by his statement but which part? That he hadn't seen such or that he found them beautiful? Very delectable, as if they were blushing as well.

"Will they taste like your lips?" he wondered lowering his head and taking a peak into his mouth before she could protest.

Oh yes. Her whole body shuddered against his and she wriggled her wrists in his hold again.

"Malachi..." his name was barely a breath of plea on her lips as he coated her hardened beads with his tongue.

Her scent became like wine to his senses. He was intoxicated and wanted to devour her now. He suckled on her roughly until her moans became small cries that she silenced by biting her lip. The frustration went into her body instead and he let go of her wrists afraid to peel her skin off from how much she squirmed to the torment of his mouth, that she became so unaware of anything else.

Like the scars on her back that had now peeled and opened, staining her pink sheets. Malachi was also unaware until the scent of blood penetrated through the hazy scent of arousal.

He stopped. Ravina shivered when he pulled away. The scent of someone else's blood also reached his nose. Ares. He almost forgot they were in the same house.

It was better this way. He needed something to stop him because the last thing he wanted was to do this with her previous lover in the same house.