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January 28 - February 9, 2025
Mal grabbed Maeve’s arm, bringing his lips close to her ear. She exhaled sharply. Cool, refreshing Magic pressed through her blouse and into her arm. It tricked down the side of her neck as he spoke.
Well done. You made me proud.
The desire for his fixation, his attention, for his dark eyes to be on her alone was enough.
She took a moment to scan his long torso. Something in her stomach flipped over as his button-down slid up, exposing his skin.
Mal leaned towards her, his lips close to her ear. “Perhaps that’s what I should refer to you as,” whispered Mal, “little viper.” This caused an involuntary twist inside Maeve’s stomach. She attempted to act unaffected. She bit her bottom lip as his nose brushed against her cheek.
Beautifully done, Little Viper.
“I worship you.”
“I worship you.”
They slipped up her leg past her knee and rested on the back of her thigh. She was certain he felt her shake at his touch. His eyes moved back up to hers. They were filled with satisfaction.
In the breath after that she was against the stone wall, her hair balled in his fist, forcing her mouth open for him. She gripped his arms, letting out a small moan as he pulled tightly on her hair. He pressed his body against hers. The cold stone behind her seeped through her clothes, sending chills down her body.
His foot pressed between hers, pushing one aside and spreading her legs. He pushed into her harder. His teeth scraped across her bottom lip. She rose on the tips of her toes in response, a silent plea for him to do it again.
He was hard. He was rock hard against her. He released just one of her hands, slithering across her ribs, then her waist. His fingers halted at the band of her skirt.
“I want to feel you,” he murmured into her lips.
“I imagine worse things are said about me, and will continue to be.” Mal looked back down at her as she dropped her hands. “Not if they don’t have tongues.” A smile began to blossom on Maeve’s lips. Mal’s jaw relaxed.
And this time, she didn’t pull away from his touch. She melted into his protection, into the cool electricity that shot down his arm and circled around her.
His grip tightened, and his lips slammed into hers. Too quickly. That had been too quick of a kiss to be the last. But he kissed her like it was.
She pushed onto her toes and he met her halfway, bending down to press his lips into hers. He held her waist firmly as she tipped backward, his tongue quickly finding its way into her mouth.
A darkness formed on Mal’s face. “You.” His eyes bore into hers with a lethal rage so calm it should have been unsettling. “You are mine.”
his cock,
HIS WHAAAAAT??????
She swallowed his blood.
Lucky bitch
She looked down at her bloody body. Deep shades of crimson flickered in the dim lights.
I'm wet
He licked across her blood-stained breast, sucking at her nipple.
Now I'm wet
His other hand that stroked his hard and considerable length she had released.
Unfolds a chair and sits down
Blood dripped into her ivory panties, spreading across the satin fabric.
WET
His cock pressed against her gently and her eyes rolled back.
Be nice
Light marks of blood still smeared across his mouth, some against his chest.
Hot
“Fuck,” he said slowly as he exhaled. He pulled slightly out and then back in. “You were made for me.”
Yo what the fuck this is so romantic
Mal hushed her tenderly. “You don’t have to explain, Little Viper.”
“I want all of me inside you,” he said with a quiet desperation. Maeve could form no response other than a broken, “please.”
Mal moved faster, pumping in and out of her with his full length.
“I want you to go over the edge with me,” he said, his movements slowing. Maeve reached up and stroked his face, brushing his hair back. “There isn’t time, my Prince.”
“I want you to find release,” she whispered up at him. “And I want it all inside of me.”
His breath panted into her neck as that moan turned into a whimper.
Mal looked over at Maeve. “She is my second. When I am crowned as The Dread Prince she will be the rock against which the waves crash. The mountain standing against the storm. Everyone must know now that she is something to be feared.” He turned his attention back to Mumford. “Even you fear her.”
“Does your grace only extend so far?” Reeve licked his lips and leaned towards her. “I can show you exactly how far it extends.” Maeve’s mouth fell open.
I bet he can’t wait for you to have his child.
👀
His body was decaying already. Buried on the cliffside in Northern England, on Sinclair land, where all the Sinclair family were buried from the past three hundred years. Many came to honor her father. Hundreds of Magicals. The entirety of the Magical Militia was in attendance. Every single soldier. Past and present. Several people felt compelled to speak at Ambrose’s funeral. Maeve heard none of their words.
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