Lust in the Moonlight

Chapter 11

            “Look at me..” He rasped in a deep voice that my ears quickly took a liking to. Almost instantly, his hand moved from the single strand of hair and onto my cheek. Lifting my head up with ease and gentleness, he forced me to look at him. The touch of his hand emitted a fire that traveled through my body and got trapped in between my legs. This swelling heat made it impossible for me to think, trying to conceal my sudden arousal, my thighs pressed firmly together and kept the book glued to my lap.

            The moment was still, and I couldn’t comprehend what was going through Malachai’s mind and it was driving me insane. Nothing could be read in those orbs of his, his facial expression was unidentifiable. It wasn’t until Malachai brought his face inching closer to mine, that I was hit with a sudden wave of guilt. Our lips were particles away from colliding and I turned away from him. It was like my memory was wiped, like Isaiah’s existence meant nothing to me, that our relationship was nothing but child’s play, but a sudden realization came over me, that I was just now becoming aware of my surroundings.

            “I can’t do this to Isaiah..” I whispered with shame. It wasn’t just Isaiah I was thinking about, after ridiculing Kennedy for hooking up with Malachai, I would turn around and do the same? It was hypocritical and wicked. Malachai didn’t say anything, a small but noticeable smirk curved just the side of his lips. I don’t know if he was looking at me with amusement or disbelief, it was so hard to read him.

            “Then I will..” He scoffed with a bit of irritance ever so carelessly, just like that Isaiah’s existence went extinct in his mind, his hand slipped down to the side of my neck to grip it firmly. I wanted to push him away but I couldn't. There was an aching cry coming from my v****a that it almost hurt, it was mortifying for my body to be reacting this way. Avoiding my lips entirely, Malachai placed a soft untraceable kiss right on my jawline, the kiss was so faint that my skin pleaded for more. His lips dragged inches up to my ear lobe where he placed a tender yet messy kiss.

            “You’re mine..” He grunted, I shivered at his words, a sharp inhale burned my mouth, it was like a moan was forming at the back of my throat but I refused for it to take shape, my lips pressed firmly together minimizing the chances of it escaping. Leaving a trail of wet kisses from my ear lobe to my neck, I could feel myself becoming dangerously aroused. In an attempt to conceal it, I pressed my legs even tighter together, the bones in my knees collided struggling to keep together. My finger nails dug deep into the hardcover, it was as if I was relying on the book to ‘cover’ the heat emitting from my arousal. For a second, I thought it was, I had forgotten about Malachai’s free hand; it slithered it’s way between us and grabbed a hold of the book. Feeling my firm grip on it, Malachai smiled against my neck, and pulled it from my grasp. A book he had treated with such delicacy, was tossed onto the ground at his feet. I felt exposed, but free at the same time.

            “Why are you hiding, hm?” He asked rhetorically in a cunning voice as his kisses became more passionate. Feeling urged to answer the question my mouth opened, but I hadn’t realized I was being baited into the question. Instead of words, a desperate moan that was waiting to be heard escaped my lips. I was stunned and flustered that the noise of that intimacy was for Malachai and not my boyfriend. Taking his free hand he teasingly dragged his fingertips up along my exposed leg that peaked through the slit, leaving a rising trail of goosebumps. His hand gently cupped my knee easily and slowly pulled my legs apart. My body was put under this blissful euphoric feeling as he slipped his hands in between my thighs pushing my dress up in the process. As his hand drew closer to my womanhood, my heart rate increased, he kept such composure while I was melting into a giant mess. The coldness of the steel steps attacked the back of my thighs which only wanted my body to be filled with heat by him. In a synchronous action he sucked viciously on my neck and teasingly grazed his fingers over my panties. Shivers danced up my spine, it was like he found entertainment in how hot and bothered I was, he breathed out a chuckle onto my neck as his fingers applied more pressure to my overly sensitive c**t through the fabric of my now moist panties. 

             “I-I” Words couldn’t form, my mind was slurred as my body ached underneath his touch, my breathing heightened feeling the fabric of my panties rub circles rhythmically against my c**t. Bundles of nerves formed into pleasure as he flushed a great sense of wetness through my folds. It was beyond me how he could work such a great sensation on top of the fabric. It felt so despicable of me that in my mind I was comparing Isaiah and Malachai, but not once has Isaiah made me feel this blissful. 

            Growing faint and weak, drowning in his waves of pleasure, my muscles stiffened, my back arching grinding my c**t against his eager fingers inching closer to my climax. As my mouth opened, a moan escaped roaring throughout the entire room, overdosing on all the variety of emotion, My hand clutched around Malachai’s wrist. My core twitched with sensation as my wetness flushed through my panties and in between my thighs. Squeezing my thighs shut, his hand was trapped in between my legs. Deep, repetitive pants escaped my lips until my mouth was dry. My hand was desperately fisting the cuff of his jacket. Malachai still had his face buried in my neck, still caught up in the moment but I wasn’t. Reality came gushing in, I realized the kind of woman I was, the one that would cheat on her boyfriend, the one that would degrade her best friend, the one disrespecting Renya. Malachai pulled his thrilling lips off my skin with a smirk, humiliation replaced the pleasure that was pumping through my veins. I couldn’t look at him, no matter how good he made me feel, it was wrong.

            “I-I should g-get back..” I murmured, my grasp pulled away from Malachai’s cuff and my legs opened just wide enough for him to slip his hand out. He kept silent which I preferred at this moment, I didn’t want to know what he was thinking. Malachai stepped back and turned his back on me while I lifted myself up from the step ladder adjusting my dress. My clutch was on the floor by my feet, I grabbed a hold of it and the book he had recommended to me. Although my legs felt numb from the orgasm I wasted no time in scurrying to the door.

            I was smart enough to mentally map our journey when on the way to the library. Navigating the halls was still difficult but I was driven to get back to the banquet and most importantly, my boyfriend. Malachai strayed a few feet behind me giving me all the space in the world to condemn my actions. How could I do this?! How could I be so naive to let the one man I hate the most touch me in such ways?! What have I done? My mind was racing with lectures and disgust. I felt for myself that I didn’t notice that I was fastly approaching the staircase where I had met up with Malachai, before I could be seen by the security guards at the bottom of the stairs and a few littering guests. A hand wrapped itself around my forearm and kept me hidden.

              Malachai’s eyes were passion filled. It was still so hard to believe that he was the same man from when I first met him. Locking eyes with him since our encounter only made the guilt want to disappear. 

            “Can we talk about this?” He asked in a soft tone with raised eyebrows, he guided my body against the wall and kept me there. Deliberately he kept his body close to mine, waiting to see how I would react.

            “I need to get back to Isaiah..” I whispered, even though there was no one else around, speaking anything into existence made me ashamed. Malachai looked at me with pierced eyes, his face changed into a solemn expression. I wouldn’t be phased, my chin remained high and so did my confidence.

            “Why?” He spat, he searched my eyes waiting for some kind of explanation, it was as if he believed that it was wrong of me to want to leave, in order to reunite with my boyfriend.

            “He is my boyfriend” I breathed, I wasn’t just saying it to him, but also reminding myself that I had a boyfriend and still chose to sneak off with another guy. Malachai scoffed tightening his jaw, refusing to accept that as the truth.

            “Isaiah isn’t the man for you Seraphina-” He started, the disgust I felt for myself slowly moved to him. I shoved him away from me and stared at him with baffled wide eyes. My push didn’t affect him, he just stepped right back up to me but this time putting some distance between us.

            “Isaiah has treated me way better than you have Malachai, on what grounds do you have any right to question who is and isn’t right for me?!” I hissed louder than I expected, Malachai looked around cautiously as my echo traveled a few feet before looking back at me.

            “Tell me this, in all the times you two have had s*x how many times has he made you feel how I just made you feel?” He pressed, the word ‘s*x’ made me flinch. Where I stood, I shifted uncomfortably, Malachai raised his eyebrows impatiently waiting for an answer. He knew exactly that Isaiah has never made me feel such sensation and it wasn’t because how he performed in bed it was simply because we never had s*x. I never had gone that far with anyone.

            “I never- I mean, we never had sex..” My slip up caused Malachai to narrow his eyes at me. Firmly, I gripped onto the book and my clutch. Malachai breathed out a laugh and looked away from me, nodding his head.

            “You’re a virgin..” He concluded looking back at me shoving his hands back into his pockets. As much as I wanted to rebuttal, I couldn’t. My mouth opened but no words could seem to form, so to avoid further embarrassment, I pressed my lips closed. The way he was able to read me and uncover my thoughts was uncanny.  Having something so intimate and personal be revealed was terrifying, I wanted to shy away from the moment and go into hiding.

            “Break up with him.” It sounded like a demand, one he was waiting for me to follow through on. My eyes narrowed with bewilderment, scanning him from head to toe, I wondered who he thought he was to bark orders at me. Stepping out of his field of vision I took a step closer to the stairs not wanting to acknowledge his disrespect.

            “There is a reason why you’re still a virgin Seraphina” He remarked sadistically. It couldn’t be helped but all the times this man had infuriated me made my blood boil. Now he had the nerve to make a sly comment about my virginity, it upset me. Especially knowing the dirty deed I just did with this man. Without much processing, I spun my body around, raised my open hand and sent my palm whipping across his face. It didn’t occur to me that I was putting my hands on my boss, at his event, in his house until after his face jerked to the right. I wouldn’t bother sticking around to see his reaction, I turned away from him and dashed down the stairs eager to put neverending distance between us.