Touch of Flame

Chapter 318  Becoming One

Under Malachi's fiery gaze, Ravina felt an unfamiliar blend of vulnerability and excitement, a combination as thrilling as it made her nervous. His irises shimmered like molten gold, his desire for her as visible as the ink against her skin. Each place his fingers brushed seared her flesh, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake. His touch was wild, uncharted, igniting a passion within her that felt both dangerous and exhilarating.

The moment he positioned her, a thrill of anticipation shot through her. The intimate proximity made her heartbeat echo loudly in her ears. As he paused at her entrance, a shiver of expectation wracked her body, leaving her breathless. His gaze was locked onto hers, a silent promise of the ecstasy to come.

As Malachi entered her for the first time, an intense surge of sensation crashed over her. A gasp tore from her lips as she adjusted to his size, an unfamiliar pressure that stretched and filled. She clung to him, the discomfort making her stiffen beneath him.

Malachi took notice of Ravina's tension, her body rigid beneath him, and immediately stilled. He knew she would feel discomfort the first time, but he wanted to reduce it as much as possible.

His hand slipped between their bodies, trailing a slow path downwards. His fingers found their destination, ghosting over the sensitive nub that he knew would make her tremble. His touch was gentle yet firm, and the sensation elicited a gasp from her lips that he felt against his own.

His lips danced against her, setting off sparks that shot straight to her core. Ravina gasped, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders, her body arching instinctively against him. Each deliberate stroke, each precise touch, unraveled her, the pleasure consuming her bit by bit.

She was slick and warm, the evidence of her desire for him, his shaft twitched in response. His thumb circled her throbbing flesh, a rhythm designed to tease, and enthrall.

The rhythm he set was unhurried but firm, each slow circle drawing soft whimpers of pleasure from her. He watched her, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered to the sensations he was coaxing from her body.

His name tumbled from her lips, soft and breathy, a plea and a prayer rolled into one. That sound was enough to ignite a fire in him, a desire so potent it was almost overwhelming.

When she whimpered his name again, he felt her body shift, her hips grinding against his fingers, a silent plea for him to continue. The anticipation was a sweet torture that left her writhing beneath him. Her moans became more frequent, her body more eager, a clear signal that she was ready for him to move.

He pressed his thumb a little harder, a final stroke that made her body jolt. Her breath hitched, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she nodded and her heels into his thighs urging him to move.

And so he did. Slowly, he began to move within her, matching his thrusts to the rhythm of her breath.

Ravina's back arched in response, instinctively pressing closer to him. There was an exquisite pleasure mixed with the discomfort now, and she couldn't resist it.

Every time he withdrew, a sense of emptiness threatened to consume her, but then he'd thrust back into her, and the pleasure would come crashing back. She felt like a vessel being filled again and again, her body accepting him in the most intimate way possible.

As if the mounting pleasure wasn't already consuming her entirely, Malachi changed their rhythm. With a gentle but firm hand, he lifted one of her legs, draping it over his shoulder, shifting their bodies to accommodate the new position. His entry was deeper now, filling her to a degree that caused a gasp of surprise and pleasure to escape her lips.

She could feel him stroke and hit spots inside her she didn't know existed, each thrust sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through her veins. It was an intoxicating sensation, causing her head to spin and her heart to pound against her ribcage.

The position gave him easy access to her breast, and he took advantage, his hand leaving a trail of goosebumps as he trailed down to capture her nipple between his fingers. The added stimulation was nearly her undoing.

She felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her stomach, growing more intense with each powerful thrust. His thumb once again found her sensitive nub, applying a steady pressure that finally tipped her over the edge. The climax took her breath away, a wave of pleasure sweeping over her in an intense, crashing tide.

He followed her into oblivion soon after, his body shuddering with the force of his release. She accepted him into her arms, drawing him into her embrace. His warmth was a comforting against her sensitive skin, and she welcomed his weight, finding an odd comfort in the way his body molded perfectly against hers.

Her body was aching, a dull throb of discomfort lingering amidst the slowly dissipating waves of pleasure. She was spent, her body weak and languid after experiencing such an intense release for the second time that day.

He was silent for a moment, their chests rising and falling in sync, his heart pounding against hers in a steady rhythm. Malachi cradled her face in his hands, his thumb brushing away a loose strand of hair that had fallen across her eyes. He locked his gaze with hers, his eyes glinting with an intensity that made her breath hitch.

"How am I to stop myself now, from taking you every night," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

"How about not stopping yourself?" She whispered back, her breath still heavy.

His lips brushed hers in a slow, lingering kiss that was full of promise. Then he rolled off and drew her into his arms.

"It will feel better with time," he promised, stroking her back.

Better? Than this?

Her legs were still quivering slightly.

"It felt wonderful," she responded.

She could feel him smile, and then he placed a kiss in her hair. She nestled against him, closing her eyes, lulled by the steady rhythm of their breaths until slumber took over.