WARNING: Explicit.
Kalliope didn’t have it in her to protest when Malus lifted her up in his arms. Rather, she didn’t want to protest. Every fiber in her body burned as she hid her face in the crook of his neck, as Malus hastily carried her to their cabin.
Her body quivered in anticipation when the door clicked closed behind them, and Kalliope bit back a whine when Malus carefully deposited her on their bed. But instead diving in, he hovered above, eyes dark with want, and armored arms braced on both sides of her head.
“If you won’t stop me, then I won’t be able to stop.”
Her body arched with how low his voice had dropped to a point where it was a rumbling growl deep in his chest. And it took all of her willpower to not reach out and drag Malus down, down, down, all reasons be damned.
