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Leaning forward, I kiss that tight jaw, loving the taste of his sweat and the way his grip tightens on my hips when I do it. I’ve kissed a path to his neck before he captures my mouth in a kiss, the way he’s thrusting up into me gaining speed.
I’m sweating, moaning, and shuddering as I grab his shoulders. At this point, there’s nothing left in me to help with the movements, and Malcolm has taken over fully, moving me up and down his cock, filling my pussy, and hitting spots inside of me that feel so good I can’t help the near-screams I make each time.
Malcolm owns my body completely at this point, and he knows it. We both do.
“This pussy is mine, Melody,” he tells me, nipping at my earlobe. “And I’m going to make it come so hard before I fill you up.”
The words alone almost make me orgasm, but when his hand leaves my hip and finds my clit, which is totally engorged, I know I’m on the inescapable path to coming in minutes.
The sharp pleasure of his fingers on my clit combined with the bone-deep feeling of his cock in me is something otherworldly.
When I come, it’s so intense that I’m afraid I’ll squeeze him right out of me. But Malcolm holds me steady and keeps fucking into me so he can feel my walls spasming around his cock. It isn’t just my pussy that’s spasming, either. It’s all of me.
I come so hard that all of my nerves fire, and all of my body leaves my control as I sob Malcolm’s name over and over again. I’ve never felt anything like it, and it’s so all-consuming that I feel like it will never end.
Malcolm groans, the sound rising from his chest, and slams into me even harder before he himself orgasms, too. His hot come coats my inner walls, making my own climax even more intense.
I throw my arms around his neck and bury my face in his neck until the incredible pleasure finally begins to ebb.
Malcolm doesn’t pull out of me when he finishes, either, but simply crushes my body to him, as if he isn’t ready for us to part and go back to being two separate beings. I feel the same, tightening my legs so he can’t easily let me go.
If I never left this moment, I would be content. I already know that my life—heck, the entire world—will never be the same.
“So that’s it,” he tells me, right into my ear. “You’re mine, Melody.”
“I know,” I whisper back, turning to kiss him gently. “Does that mean you’re mine, too?”
He laughs, and I feel it vibrating in his chest. “Yes, I think it does, sweet Melody. I think it does.”
6
MELODY
Today is the day.
In just a few hours, Malcolm and I will be going public with our relationship, and my life will be permanently changed…forever. There's no going back.
The week leading up to the charity dinner feels like a whirlwind of anticipation, excitement, and nervousness. I've been invited into a world of glamor and extravagance I could have never imagined.
As the mansion buzzes with activity, I can't help but be taken aback by the sheer number of rich and famous individuals who will grace the halls tonight.
And then there's me—a girl who used to work at a diner, who was getting fitted for the perfect dress only a few days ago. Silver and flowing, it hugs my curves before gently billowing out, making me feel like a modern-day princess. The seamstress adjusted the fabric, ensuring it fell just right.
Slipping it on tonight, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It's as if I'm seeing a different person—someone confident and radiant, someone who's caught up in the whirlwind romance that is Malcolm Mayfield, someone who actually looks…happy.
These three weeks have been a blur of desire and intimacy. Malcolm and I are constantly wrapped up in each other's arms, exploring every inch of each other.
The air is always thick and charged between us, and we spend hours upon hours tangled up under the sheets. Or in the hallway…the bathtub…heck, he’s fucked me in almost every room of this mansion.
It’s not just sex, though. The snow melted just enough for him to whisk me away on romantic dates, including a helicopter ride to a nearby ski lodge that turned into one of the most enchanting nights of my life.
But as much as I'm falling for Malcolm, I'm also grappling with the unspoken words that linger on the tip of my tongue. "Love" is a powerful word, and I'm afraid of saying it out loud, afraid of how it might change everything.
Does Malcolm love me? We haven’t really talked about the future. Everything has just played out day by day, and now, week by week.
If he’s falling for me, then maybe I don’t feel so silly already thinking about loving him. But if he isn’t…well, then I’m a fool.
Tonight isn’t the time to be thinking or agonizing about love, though. The staff has been getting the place ready since morning, and the mansion is transformed into a dazzling spectacle.
