“I’m sure you could do better than a drink,” she said flirtatiously, dispelling her doubts with the awareness that her friends had all found their own entertainment for the rest of the night, and that here was a man who seemed as into her as she was attracted to him. Malachi looked deep in her eyes, almost to the very depth of her soul, then moved closer, until their bodies were just touching.
“And what is it that you would rather have from me?” he asked her. “A meal? A token from my pocket? Are they what you would consider better than a drink?”
Arielle smiled, amused by his comment, leaned in, and kissed his soft lips, the implication of what she wanted carried clearly and immediately understood, as he deepened the kiss, drawing her in against his body. Her whole body was starting to tingle with every second she spent in this stranger’s presence, and from their closeness, she could tell that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Breaking their kiss, he smiled and indicated to the doorway in an unspoken invitation to continue things somewhere more appropriate, and as she confidently nodded, he led her out into the dark Edinburgh night.
It seemed so natural to walk tucked into his muscular frame, and she loved the way his hand rested on her hip as if in silent warning to all other men that she belonged to him. As they rounded a corner, the docks came into view, and Malachi leaned in to her, his breath warm against her cold cheek.
“My boat is moored down there. It’s where I live. Should we go there?”
Arielle shook her head. “I’d rather we went to my hotel. No offense, but there’s more people around, and I don’t have money to waste on booking rooms and not using them.”
“As you wish.” He nuzzled her neck. “As long as it’s close by. I hate cold nights.”
Arielle moved her head slightly to allow him more access, and he smiled before he turned her face and kissed her, his lips seeming to her to be enjoying the delicate, lingering taste of the wine she had been drinking.
Suddenly Arielle felt herself being pushed aside, and she gasped as she saw two men jump out of an alleyway and drag them away from the road. She was horrified as she was being crushed against a wall by one as the second grabbed Malachi and backed him into a doorway. Her er wrist was being twisted as her attacker moved over her and felt his hand move to the hem of her skirt. She cried out and tried to fight, struggling as much as she could but felt weaker every second she was held by her attacker. Finally all she could do was turn her face away to try and block out what was about to happen, but then she was released as the men retreated. Their assailants were in apparent pain, holding their ears and wincing, yet she could hear nothing.
“Arielle, go!” Malachi barked angrily as he looked at the two men before launching himself at the pair and starting to beat them down into the ground. Terrified, she ran back to the streetlights of the road where she tried to call the police but found her phone had no signal. She could hear the sounds of the fight and feared that Malachi was going to be badly hurt, but she was too scared to turn back and see what was happening behind her.
***
Minutes later, after wiping the blood from his knuckles on the fallen bodies that melted away as their last breath left the leeches, Malachi came out of the alley, and he instinctively pulled Arielle into his arms and wiped away her tears. She didn’t need to see the mess he had left in the darkness or know that those creatures would never bother anyone ever again. In that moment he needed to hold her and feel he could give her a sense of security that may have been stolen from her.
“Are you okay? I was so scared,” Arielle said as she looked up into his face., “I thought they were going to hurt you.” Again, her concern had been for his welfare, and Malachi couldn’t help but feel confused as to why this woman was so different. There seemed to be a higher power putting them together, and he wasn’t going to fight it.
“I’m fine,” he assured her. “Come on, Arielle. Let’s get back to your room, and then we can try and forget this bump in our night. If you still want us to have a night, that is?” he asked as an afterthought.
Arielle nodded. “I do.”
He drew her coat tightly around her and folded her into his arms again. Then he let her lead them toward her hotel.
***
As Malachi sat on the edge of the bed that dominated the small hotel room, he could hear Arielle in the bathroom and smiled to himself, amused that she felt it necessary to primp herself for him when he was already entranced with her just as she was. He slowly took off his shirt and threw it aside before removing his shoes and socks, then trousers and added them to the pile. He had never had to worry about feeling self-conscious about his body before, and from the pheromones he had picked up from Arielle, he knew she wasn’t going to be disappointed either. Yet, he wasn’t arrogant enough to think that she wouldn’t pay close attention to every curve and line of his physique as he would of hers.
When the bathroom door opened, Arielle walked out wearing only a towel. She had evidently washed, and dried her hair as it had been restyled, and had sprayed her skin with some delicately fragranced perfume, that enticed Malachi over to her. He kissed her softly as he traced a path from her nape down to the base of her spine and then looked into her eyes.
“Are you ready?” he whispered moving her hand to his groin so she could feel the hardness there. He smiled seeing her unspoken approval at how big he was. With the aid of her willing hand, he pushed the waistband of his briefs down and kicked them across the floor. He then gently peeled back the towel and let it fall, allowing him to see her perfect, naked body. “You are so beautiful, Arielle. I want you more than I ever wanted any other wo—”
She used her mouth to shut him up.
***
Smiling against his mouth, she caressed his cheek and brow. He tugged her closer, pressing her breasts into his frame. She moved herself against him, bringing her hands down his back, kneading the area where his spine disappeared into the cleft of his behind and sweeping her fingers over his skin. Turning her attention back to his chest she traced his nipples with her nails, noticing for the first time a distinct lack of body hair except on his head. Her previous lover had mocked men who shaved or waxed, yet she loved the feel of Malachi’s sleek skin against her flesh. Drawn back up to his mouth for a deep kiss she then tasted her way down his throat, biting and sucking along the way, her nails grazing his skin up and down his spinal column as she learned to navigate his flesh. He moaned in pain and ecstasy before bringing her arms up and around his shoulders.
“Arielle, my sweet seductress.” He punctuated his words with kisses to her neck. “I don’t want to hurt you. Are you an innocent? Have men already tasted your delights, or am I your first?”
At that old fashioned sounding question, she caught his lower lip gently between her teeth, nibbling on it. “No, Malachi, I’m not a virgin. There was one other, but he never got me as wet as you have.” She took one of his hands and moved it between her legs, dipping it into the nectar of her core. He brought their fingers back up and tasting her finger, his eyes went hot. He drove his mouth on hers, plunging into the depths of her throat with his tongue, his hands releasing hers as his own cradled her face. She could feel his cock burning against her stomach. As she traced it with her fingers, he shuddered.
She was filled with wonder at his slick, hot, smooth cock that pulsed beneath her hands. It was bigger than her previous lover, and for a moment, she feared the pain he could cause her when he eventually penetrated her. Yet it was a true thing of beauty, and she wanted to worship and savour it.
When she began to rhythmically rub and squeeze, he shook his head violently and then put his forehead against hers. “I love what you’re doing to me, but I can’t feel that and not want to take you right now,” Malachi said almost breathlessly.
Arielle could see he had grown even more solid through her machinations and nodded as she slowly withdrew her hand from him. “Then take me,” she replied softly before she reached into her handbag and produced
one of the small foil packets that she quietly was glad she’d picked up from the chemists on the off chance she might need it.
***
Using her deft fingers to help slip on the condom Malachi gave her a scorching kiss, and then grabbed her by the hips and lifted her effortlessly. He brought her down as he lay back on the mattress, sliding her against his body, kissing her breasts as they were within reach of his lips. His cock brushed the apex of her thighs, begging entrance to their closed lips.
Half demented with the lust he felt coursing through his veins, his eyes were entreating her as he made his desperate plea, “Give yourself to me, Arielle. Let me inside you.”
She smiled as she moved his hands from her hips to her waist, and she brought her legs around his waist allowing him access inside her. He smiled at her submission, and his body went hot again as she slowly sheathed herself about him. He moaned low in his chest.
“You’re so tight and hot. And wet. My God, you’re so tight.”
He folded his arms around her, pulling her full against his body. Holding onto each other he began to move inside her. He surged, each of his merciless thrusts belying the passion that was scorching the night surrounding them. She leaned back in his arms, her chest being moved toward his mouth and causing him to drive higher inside of her. She began to pant, and he arched forward, moving her with his hands on her waist, rocking in and out of her. He brought his lips to one of her beautiful breasts. Licking and kissing, he went from one to the other. He was sucking and biting at the nubs of her nipples and mixing that delicate pain with the waves of pleasure he caused between her legs as he continually pounded her tightness. He pushed his cock in fast and then slowly drug himself back from of her, and with every thrust she was moaning louder gasping his name as she slammed herself against him, in reciprocation for all he was giving her.
Arielle moved faster, her orgasm building as his steel hard cock tantalized and tortured her G- spot in ways that no vibrator, nor man, ever had or would again. The muscles in the walls of her pussy fought to keep up, and she tightened her legs around his waist. Mewing and moaning, her skin felt like she was on fire. Sweat coated them both, mixing and melding into some heady mix that intoxicated her nostrils. She grabbed his face to hers and kissed him, grinding wildly against his cock. With one last shuddering push, she dug her nails into his shoulders and screamed. White-hot waves drove through her body as he continued to shove himself deep inside of her. His cock was suddenly squeezed in hundreds of tiny contractions as she came around him. Looking down at her shuddering body, he drove himself in her once, twice, and then came into her so deep she felt they were one.
For several moments they lay that way Malachi buried to the hilt inside her, , and he could still feel their bodies trembling in the aftershock of orgasm. Malachi raised his head and looked into Arielle’s eyes as his hand tenderly stroked her cheek.
“You are singularly the best lover I’ve ever had. Your body, your touch, and your heat have scorched you into my heart, Arielle.”
Arielle lifted her own palm to his face, her fingers, pushing aside the damp, wild mane that framed it, and smiled. “And you are the best I ever had too. Malachi, you have ruined me for all other men, my love.”
Love! The word sent new life into his ebbing erection that made her audibly gasp as it rose once more. Her pussy twitched, and she looked at him with a mix of confusion and panic as he withdrew from her and took off the used condom. Gently Malachi pressed a finger over her lips, and then leaning down, claimed her mouth in a desirous kiss. His tongue wrapped itself around hers in reassurance that their time together was not yet passed. He wanted her again, his body ached, and his cock strained to sheath itself once more in her delicate folds. He was determined that for the precious moments he had with this goddess in human form, he would sate all her passions and love her in all the ways he had learned over the centuries and from all his other lovers.
His lips moved from her mouth, down her jawline and neck, across her clavicle until it reached the swell of her breast. He allowed his tongue to leisurely trace its way around her nipple, and he smiled as the bud puckered and became more swollen. The hard nib was a stark contrast to the softness of the mound of flesh, and as he drew his teeth across it, as she had done to him, he heard the quiet moan escape her lips. She was so reactive to him it was as if they had been made to please each other.
He turned his attention to the other nipple, and this time sucked it between his teeth, making her wince slightly. In the same moment, one of his hands moved between her legs, and he sank a finger deep inside her.
“Be wet for me again,” he murmured against her skin as he drew the digit in and out, rubbing the sides of her hole and drawing the slick fluid from her. Skimming kisses down the flatness of her stomach, he slid another finger inside her and kept up the onslaught as his tongue slid into her navel. She giggled as he flicked his tongue and smiled down at him. That smile, was so naïvely seductive, it pushed reason away from his mind again and willed him onward.
As his face drew level with his fingers, Malachi used his other hand to gently push her legs apart to allow himself access to her. He removed his fingers for a moment, covered her lower lips with his mouth, and tenderly kissed her. The sensation of his more intimate kiss washed over Arielle, who buried one of her hands in his sandy tresses as the other started to tease and tug at her own nipple.
“Yes, oh yes…” she breathed as his tongue forced its way into her slick channel and lapped at the juices seeping from her. Slowly he used his mouth’s organ to mimic what his cock had done to her. Then he flicked the tip over her clit and sent Arielle into rapturous tremors. He sucked at the small hub of her sexuality, teasing it with his tongue, and as he slipped his fingers into her again, her grip on him tightened, pulling him into her core.
She gasped as Malachi’s rough tongue swirled around her clit. She grabbed a handful of his hair and held him there. Her body quaked for what seemed like a minute but was only a few seconds. She felt him spread her open with two fingers and his tongue flatten on her clit.
Malachi teased it with his tongue for a moment, looking up her body to watch her squirm. The beauty of her arousal made his cock tighten. Like the master seducer he was, he barely allowed her a moment to breathe as he alternated the pressure of his probing fingers and mouth on her most delicate lips. He heard her gasps and pleading moans for release, but he wasn’t ready to let her be. She was his lover and so responsive to all he did, he wanted to see how long she could hold out with him. For a few more minutes, he managed to sweetly torment her with his tongue before he felt her insides gripping his fingers and saw her head twisting against the pillow as she came hard and wet.
Tasting her sweetness from his fingers again, he dipped his thumb into her and then moved it up to her lips so she could taste herself. As soon as his thumb was in her mouth, she was sucking it and running her tongue around the sturdy digit in a manner clearly designed to give him the same tender torture he had inflicted on her. His cock twitched with jealousy at the attention his thumb was getting.
He smiled at her. “You want something to suck, my minx? I am sure I can accommodate you, but can you accommodate me? That is the question.” He rose up to his knees, and watched as Arielle took his cock in her hand and started to run her finger up the underside to the tip. She wet her lips, and then Arielle opened her mouth and rolled her tongue over the tip of his cock as if she was savoring the flavor of his precum. When she pushed the tip of her tongue into the sensitive eye of the giant, it was Malachi’s turn to moan.
With one hand, she took his sack in a firm grip, squeezing and massaging, gently pulling downward to create a pleasing pressure for him. She smiled as she saw it was having the desired effect, as he sucked in breath through almost clenched teeth. Kissing him teasingly, she then took his cock into her mouth, taking it in as deep as she could. His tip tickled her tonsils and she was glad she had no gag reflex. Farther and farther she swallowed him, draw
ing muttered curses and indulgent groans until she could take no more of him. Malachi glanced down his sculpted torso and was surprised how much of him she had managed to consume. Measuredly she started to develop a rhythm as she slurped and licked around his shaft, her hand continuing to play with his balls in a way he had never felt before.
As the speed increased, Arielle altered the sensations she gave him, from tight to loose, slippery to friction, intense sucking to slow, teasing kisses. Malachi rested his hands on her shoulders as he started to thrust against her. She could feel his balls swelling tight against his body, ready to release his spunk again. His breathing was ragged as his powerful body was being rendered weak by Arielle, and as he tried to draw himself out of her, he was surprised to find her mouth resisting his efforts.
“Ari…are you sure?” He panted, clinging on to the last vestiges of his nobility. He knew few women liked the taste of cum and didn’t want to force her to do anything. Arielle sucked him harder, and he had his answer as he was helpless but to explode in her mouth. She clenched his buttocks, taking every last drop of him and swallowing it as if it were some sweet nectar.
As they both lay back on the mattress, Malachi folded Arielle against him in a lover’s embrace and drew the covers up over them, their chests still heaving. Though he realized he was sacrificing irreplaceable minutes of his time left on land t, he also knew that they needed rest. He smiled as he felt Arielle nestle into him. Sated for the moment and seeing Arielle had done the same, he closed his eyes and allowed sleep to claim him .
CHAPTER THREE
As the watery light of the morning filtered through her hotel room window, Arielle lazily opened her eyes and felt the coolness of the cotton bed sheets against her naked body. The night before seemed like some erotic fantasy she must have dreamed, but her body tingled at the memory of every sensation Malachi had sent through her. The sudden awareness she was alone made her bolt up in the bed. The arms that had held her so close were gone, and the hard warmth that had excited her flesh had left the bed cold. She looked around her in sudden panic, but it subsided as she saw the unabashedly male form standing by the window in all his glory .
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