Chapter 29: Imprinted in you

How does a moment last forever?!

The question, the yearning, the longing kept clutching at her heart even as she slept. She thought about how perfect this moment was, and how she always thought perfection was probably overrated because well...she was the furthest from perfect.

But right now, right here, she would give anything to make time freeze. To make it last forever.

The last thing she remembered before drifting into deep slumber was Malachi’s large, crushing weight falling atop her. His groan and whispers into her ear. The soft waves of beautiful calmness flooding her mind after that earth-shattering feeling.

She mewled something in her sleep and gently pushed against his head.

Again, she mewled and shifted back a little but he gripped her legs to make her stay.

There was something going on again down there, something that was making her eyes roll to the back of her head even in her sleep, the reason why she kept shifting, why she was currently dreaming that he was doing something naughty.

As the sleep slowly left her eyes, the feeling finally settled completely and she gasped and looked down at herself.

Malachi was right there.

His mouth was buried between her legs, licking and sucking at her folds.

Two long fingers were soaked and pumping in and out of her.

And his eyes...his eyes were red again, and were looking straight at hers as the sleep completely vanished.

"Mhmmm," She moaned, gripping the sheets by her side, "What are you—" She couldn’t complete the words, before it would only make the redness in her face worse, and the thump of her heartbeat fast enough to explode.

Why on earth was his mouth down there?!

How could he be so lewd? And gosh, she could feel everything he was doing to her.

The way his fingers pushed in till the very edge, stroked her tight walls so much that her breath caught, and how it pulled back out slowly, teasingly, making sure she felt every bit of it before plunging back in mercilessly. Meanwhile, his tongue was much worse.

The heat from his every swipe, every lick, every bite, and the feeling of his rough, wet tongue against her sloppy folds had her calling his name, holding onto him like he was her lifeline.

This was definitely not something she ever imagined herself waking up to.

"Oh...," She gripped his hair, not caring the least if she was hurting his scalp or not, "Oh...oh please, oh god... Malachi!"

He purred against her flesh, and the vibration travelled through her. Her back arched up from the bed, and she felt more of her juices pulsing out as she clenched hard against his hand.

"Malachi!" She cried again, tears rolling down her eyes. It was too much! So, so much.

"Hmm?" He answered teasingly, "Need more?" He suddenly bit down on her little, swollen red nub of nerves and Della felt an unholy, dizzying wave of pleasure rushing through her body.

She shuddered as the orgasm hit her, her body overflowing with so much juice. Malachi never, not even for one second, let up on devouring her down there as she continued to see stars between her eyes.

When she finally came down from it, she felt unbelievably sensitive down there.

And the dang man wasn’t letting it go.

He looked up at her face, trying to read them through the mate bond and her expression too.

Della whimpered, then she shook her head at him. She needed to rest. There was only so much a wolfless woman like her could take from an Alpha. He was without his wolf, and she was already feeling this ruined. How terribly good would it be if he had his wolf with him?!

But Malachi suddenly smirked.

Like an actual curve on his lips, and she just knew he wasn’t done with her.

"Malachi!" She exclaimed and quickly tried to crawl back, but his massive frame climbed between her legs till their bodies were levelled.

His eyes gazing directly into hers. Or into her soul. She wasn’t sure which one.

She could feel his demanding heat that didn’t seem to have been quenched, and his hard length, which was...surreal because was it just her, or did it suddenly feel even harder than before as it grazed against her entrance?!

"Malachi," She placed a hand on his chest.

"You’re beautiful,"

She wasn’t sure whether it was the depth of his tone, or it was the sex in the air, or because there was not a single soul out there that had ever told her those words, but her heart might have stopped.

"I cannot control myself, Moonfire," He continued, still hovering over her dangerously, "And I don’t want to. Not when...you’re this gorgeous, and you’re in my bed, filling it with your scent, your voice, your..." His cap poked against her again, "Your pussy,"

It was probably the lust talking.

That was what she wanted to believe.

"I need to have you again," He suddenly pushed into her, and a teary gasp tore out of her mouth. He was definitely bigger and harder than last time!

"I need to be so deep inside you that even the Moon Goddess wouldn’t be able to separate us if she wanted to," He pushed again, till he was balls-deep inside of her.

Her lips parted to let out the scream that accompanied the orgasm that he had just knocked into her, but his lips devoured hers, muffling every bit of the sound.

Her body jerked against his hard length, while he didn’t stop. He relentlessly shoved himself back in, every time so balls-deep that she wasn’t sure if she came every time he did it, or she’s just having a very, very long orgasm.

His hands came between them, and he palmed her breasts in his hands, caressing their curves. When he brushed against her nipple, her body jerked a little harder and she groaned his name.

Why was he so demonic to her? Why? He had already sent her mind off to the land of unending pleasure and now he was trying to make her soul accompany her too?!

"Don’t touch—" She dragged her weak hands to stop him from rubbing her nipples again, but he intercepted them and pinned both hands above her head as he kissed her even harder, then pinched her nipple before pulling it.

After which he rammed back into her.

Again, he could feel his own orgasm already on its way.

"Moonfire," He moved to her neck and whispered, "What have you fucking done to me?!"

"Hmmm...ahhhh, please...,"

"Uhhhhhh," He groaned, trying to hold it back. Trying to keep it away for another minute.

But she was a weakness he would never get rid of, "You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Moonfire," He sucked hard, breathless, "Fuck, I can’t—" she clenched again and again, "Don’t you—"

She rocked through another orgasm, squeezing him like she was deliberately trying to milk out every drop out of him.

And Malachi also lost his hold on himself.

He filled her with every drop of his thick seeds. He pumped and pumped, letting go of all remaining sanity as his soul also flew along with hers.

His body jerked and jerked, pushing harder into her till she was leaking again, coated with both of them.

Till he made sure that for the rest of her life, she would always feel him down there.

Then, he collapsed on her again.

He covered her completely, his full weight on her, but she didn’t mind. Their harsh, crazy breaths matched perfectly and the heat of him softly enveloped her this time.

Not suffocating.

His emotions? Oversaturated with pleasure.

Hers? Still surfing on cloud nine.

After a while, when his breath was a little more controlled, his weight left her body and hers moved with his.

He swiftly turned over, exchanging their positions so she was the one on top, her head lying on his chest.

She closed her eyes, sleep settling in once again. But every breath still sent a pulse of sweetness down there, as though he hadn’t pulled out of her.

Because...he probably hadn’t pulled out.

Her eyes snapped open, the sleep vanishing as she leaned up and looked at his... smirking face, as though he’d been waiting for her to realise it.

"I’m exhausted," She mumbled, hoping he would understand, "I can’t keep up like you, you know that,"

"If you couldn’t keep up," He reached up and tucked some dishevelled strands behind her soft ears, making her shiver, "You wouldn’t have been my mate, Moonfire,"

And then, he started to move again.

"Admit, it," He said, squeezing her backside, while a finger rolled over the freckle.

Not again!!

"I said, admit it!" He spread her legs and pushed again.

"Admit what?" She trembled.

"That you can take it, that you love it,"

Hadn’t she already done that? "But I—"

"Again!" He slapped her ass, "I want to hear it again, louder this time," He mumbled something about her freckle, "Or else I am going to fuck this pussy so hard, the other times I fucked it would feel like mercy,"

"You can’t do this to me!" She banged against his chest, but the strength was sapped away with another thrust.

"Are you sure about that?" He pulled her face dangerously close to his, his eyes devouring the sight of it, "You sure you don’t wanna admit it again. Or are you just eager for me to make you do it?"

She swallowed tightly, excitement shooting through her though she quickly hid it, "That’s not—"

"Trying to argue again, hmm?" He opened her legs even more, and she began to breathe fast because she knew what was coming again, "Don’t you worry, you’ll eventually admit it at some point during the night, Moonfire," His voice dropped into a magnetic, possessive dark whisper, "Because nobody is leaving this bed...all night,"