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“Touch my hair,” Jami murmured. There was no pain when Malcolm cupped her scalp through the strands, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
His strokes were steady as they stared into each other’s eyes. Each of his thrusts rasped along her sensitive nerve endings, too much but also not enough.
Jami curled her legs around his hips, pressing her heels against him. It had the added benefit of tilting her hips up. His next stroke pressed against her nub, and her body shuddered at the sensation.
Jami’s arms tightened on his back as he began to sink into her faster. Her breath panted from her and her throat tightened with every movement. Her head writhed on the pillow, and his hands brushed her hair from her face as he continued to take her closer. She strained toward him, lifting to feel every inch of his next thrust. It finally sent her over. Malcolm cried out as his body stilled, and his own pulsing joined hers.
Chapter 26
Malcolm’sentirebodytingledwhen Jami started whispering broken gasps. It was a steady mantra that wormed its way inside him: “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
The last of the tightness in his chest loosened. He stroked her hair free from her face as he quickened his pace. He gritted his teeth to keep his reply inside even as he thrust deep. Her orgasm gripped him tightly, dragging a strangled cry from his throat as he came with her. The world didn’t drop completely away. Instead, it was as if he was oversensitive, the feel of her hands pulling him tight overwhelming him as her pulses dragged out every drop of cum he had.
Malcolm collapsed on top of her, knowing he needed to roll to the side, but his energy was gone. No anger came rushing back. Instead, contentment wrapped around him as he breathed in Jami’s scent. He kissed the side of her neck, her own breaths puffing against him. Malcolm let himself have the moment.
Jami was asleep when he was finally able to lift himself off of her. He slipped out, and she trembled, tender from his continued use.
Malcolm expected to be disgusted with himself. He should have been. But it was hard to feel anything besides joy as he stared into Jami’s face.
She loved him. Oh, he doubted she realized she’d been saying it, but she had. Soon, she’d be ready to accept his love in return.
Jami loved him even when his fury made him want to run away. Or worse, let it loose on someone. Instead of letting him go, Jami had dragged him closer to her. He’d never before realized that all that anger could be drained through his cock.
Malcolm groaned as he forced himself up to dispose of the condom. Returning to the bed to cuddle Jami against him was the best sensation he could have imagined.
Waking up with her still in his arms was even better yet. When her eyes opened, his confession pushed at his lips, begging to be said.
Her smile spread, making his throat clench on the words. She turned her head, kissing his palm. He hadn’t even realized he’d been stroking her hair back from her face.
“Feeling better?” she asked.
He searched her gaze. “How are you feeling?”
She laughed. “Not like having sex again.” Her body stretched against him, but not even that could stir his tapped-out erection. He’d managed to drain himself along with his anger. “Still a little sensitive,” she admitted, her cheeks tinted with her blush.
He cupped her face. “But I didn’t hurt you?”
“Of course not.” She leaned up, kissing him. “You’re you, Malcolm. Even when you’re upset.”
Malcolm rolled away from her. He stared up at the ceiling. “Doesn’t that mean I was completely me when I beat on Raneer, even after he was on the ground?”
Jami sat up beside him. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, bathed in the dawn’s light drifting through the curtains. Her hand reached for his. “He had just bragged about hurting me, Malcolm.” Her eyes squeezed shut. “His words made it seem like that’s what he had craved all along. Hurting me.” She shook her head, her eyes opening again to meet his. “You wouldn’t be you if those words didn’t make you want to stop him.”
“But I kept hitting him, Jami.” Malcolm knew there was no excuse. He wouldn’t have been heartbroken if the man had died. Not over his death, anyway. How Jami might have looked at him was another story.
“Because you weren’t seeing him, not anymore.” Her eyes filled, a tear spilling over. “You were seeing me broken.”
Malcolm sat up, dragging her into his arms. “I’m sorry.”
Jami shook her head against him. “Not your fault,” she choked out. “I’m still broken, even now.”
“You’re perfect,” Malcolm murmured, stroking his hand over her back as she cried. He continued to hold her even after the room fell quiet again.
“I should have waited before all this.” She moved her hand between them without lifting her head.
“Before you made love to me?” Malcolm asked, wanting to be sure he understood.
Her hand tightened in his hair. “Before we had sex.” She pulled away to meet his eyes. “I should have waited until I felt like me again.”
