Trembling, her hands dropped to his belt, his cock so painfully hard against her center that the first buck of his hips had her crying out. In shock. In pain. In fucking ecstasy. Crying right into his mouth, all that feeling, that adrenaline, that energy reaching a zenith inside her.
Something needed to happen or she’d just explode.
The wildness. The passion. The need—to kiss, to bite, to rip and tear and destroy and oh fuck—
“Do you know who I am?” Malachi tipped his head to the side, one hand in a fist so tight his knuckles paled. “I own this city.”
His inner demon snarled again, for how dare this tiny human speak to him this way? How dare she ignite an inferno in his chest, the flames licking across his ribs, scorching through his veins, broiling his great, stupid heart.
“Hurt me. I can take it.”