CHAPTER 5

MALACHI

The heat in my gut snaps. My whole body locks up, then shudders as release rips through me—so hard, so fast, it leaves me dizzy. I spray, my release painting between us, dripping down my stomach.

“Good boy,” he says again, slowing just enough to kiss me deep, tongues tangling, spit and breath and the taste of desperation between us.

When he finally stills inside me, I’m trembling, my chest heaving. He kisses me one last time, slow and claiming.

I’m still shaking, ...