My hand snaps out to grip her hair and yank her back toward me. She follows eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck and tangling in my hair as our mouths crash together in our desperate need. We devour each other as I work off our pants and slam my cock into her, fully seating myself.
Malia cries out and I swallow it, taking her pain into me with a groan. I don’t wait for us to get used to the feeling of being connected like this again. I pull out and thrust back in, setting a brutal pace.
I wrap my hands in her hair again and jerk her head back, exposing her neck to me. My tongue follows the trails left by her tears, chasing away her pain as I willingly drink it down.
It doesn’t take long for my dick to begin to swell. I haven’t jerked off since she was taken. Something about trying to please myself while we had no idea where she was didn’t sit right with me. My hand drops to her pussy, letting myself feel where we’re united as I massage circles into her clit with my thumb.
Malia’s body tightens and she comes on a sob.
I swallow it down, absorbing it into my body, taking every ounce of pain she’s given me and burying it, so it never touches her again.
I follow Malia into ecstasy, filling her with every ounce of my pleasure.
We sag against each other in relief and remain there, holding one another. By the time we separate, Malia’s tears have dried, and our breath has evened out.
I pull her into me again before she can run back to our room, capturing her chin in my fingers.
“I will claim you every single fucking day for the rest of our lives, Little Warrior.”
Malia and I walk back to our bedroom and shower together. I can tell she’s exhausted, her body completely spent as she drags her feet along the carpet.
“Do you need anything?” I ask, worried she might be dealing with some withdrawal.
“Why is Elio still alive, Liam?” she asks, ignoring my question.
As much control as it took to allow Elio to live long enough for Malia to get back her memories and tear into him, I deserve a goddamn medal. It did give me time to come up with some epic execution plans though.
“Because if anyone deserves to rip him apart, baby, it’s you,” I say with a hint of a smirk, waiting for the bite.
She delivers immediately.
“Did we learn nothing from Tawny?”
We learned a lot actually, but I know she’s exhausted and I wasn’t about to jump down the giant Tawny rabbit hole tonight.
Bad analogy.
“He’s still there,” I say, my smile growing. “I checked a few hours ago.”
“A lot can happen in a few hours,” Malia snaps.
I chuckle. “Alright, I’ll go check again.”
“No.”
I raise a brow expectantly, knowing she’s going to rise to the bait. She narrows her eyes and groans loudly, before stomping over to her armoire, pressing something on the side.
The large wooden dresser rolls on its own to the right, revealing a hidden doorway.
Because of course Malia has a secret hallway to the torture basement in her fuckingbedroom.
What. The actual. Fuck.
Biometrics scans her face, and another door opens as lights start to light up the stairwell leading down. She stomps forward and I’m at such a loss I sputter before my brain kicks into action.
“Four months I’ve been sleeping in this room,” I call out, rushing forward. “And I’ve somehow missed a whole-ass secret doorway.”
Malia snorts, the sound echoing up the stairs as she descends ahead of me.