Page 28 of Storm

He waits for me to fold myself over his lap, my ass in the air.

A collective sigh comes from both of us. The strain of this day, this news. I need the escape, and he knows it.

Without preamble, Melek takes what is his—me—placing me over his lap, flipping up my dress, and shoving down my underwear.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted.” He rubs at my plump ass cheek before letting out a slap. I grind my teeth, and my legs lurch. “The doctor said it was best not to exert yourself, and nothing too rough.” Literally, rough and exert are Melek’s middle names, so that would be a first.

Another loud slap passes through the room. Pain radiates down my heated skin, licking at the nerves in my groin.

I clench and try my best to keep still, not letting Melek know he’s affecting me.

Slap, slap, slap. He rains down in succession, breaking me before I have a second to catch my breath.

“Melek,” I shout, weeping at the exquisite ache.

Pliant on his lap, I close my eyes as he takes a gentle palm to the delicious burn that is trailing over my lower half.

After a couple of minutes, he finally utters, “Stand.” His menacing vibrato sways through my bones and lingers on my clit. It takes me a moment to find my feet, my dress toppling down to cover my exposed bottom half.

“Now, be a good wife and lie naked on our bed. Wait for me, and I’ll show you how gentle I can be.” Face contorting, I grace him once again with my backside.

I hate him, I remind myself.

Not giving him an inch, I storm out of the room and enter ours with a loud slam of the door, my core leaking from his dangerous hands. My anger only climbs in the aftermath of my punishment.

I hate that he turns me on so damn much. He is the bane of my existence. My curse to bear for giving into this extravagant world, and for seeking comfort where I should fight harder. I sold out, and I am going to do it again.

Stripping out of my clothes, I leave them strewn across the floor and go lie naked on the bed, waiting for my husband. The commander of the hollow.

A gnawing need fills my pussy. Wetness slides through my centre.

“Yes,” I whimper.

My eyes open to meet Melek, naked and licking languorously up and down my core, occasionally dipping in, sometimes floating around my clit to breathe and pinch. That beard also makes an appearance as he rubs it against my thighs, and my pussy basically milks itself for him to drink.

Bastard. Traitor. Argh…

How did I marry the one person in Halo who knows how to expertly pleasure a woman? What are the chances?

Seeing him ‌between my thighs, that head of thick, wavy hair and those rippling, possessive irises make me consumed with indecent thoughts. His plush lips and expert tongue are my current ruin. For an old, angry prick, he sure knows how to lick… kiss… and tease…

It’s beyond inconvenient that hollow commander overloads are my weakness. Pity I’ll have to leave this one day.

For once in our coupling, he doesn’t edge me to an inch of my life while sucking on my pussy. He licks and fingers my core until my juices are drenching his lips, and I’m quivering all over.

“Fuck me, please.” The words tumble out as I stretch out my arms and legs, desperate to experience rapture by cock. My hulking husband is over me, trailing his length up and down my slit at the rough command.

“Happy to oblige, wife. Suck.” His drenched fingers push at my mouth, my own juices covering his thick fingers. I lick every last drop, showing him how needy I truly am.

Not wasting a minute, Melek pushes in slowly. We moan in unison, forest and spice walling me in. His fingers leave my lips, and soon, his tongue is seeking entry, teeth biting as the commander pumps in and out slowly. The complete opposite of last night, and a new type of mindfuck blossoms. Painful, languorous, slowness. I hate him. He’s evil. Still, the spark of pleasure builds and flows throughout my body lightning-fast.

Sensing my sudden rise to the edge, a hand is on my clit, circling deliberately but sluggishly. I thrust up to meet him faster. Melek pulls his lips off of mine, teasing, “Uh-uh, no more rough sex for you. Only slow—” I strike. Surprise crosses his features. “The fuck?”

He stops all movement, glaring, pain-stricken, hollow eyes down at me as I grin mischievously up at him after having bitten his neck—hard. The imprint of my teeth on his golden skin makes my heart go wild in my chest. Mine. “Stop fucking with me, Melek. Make me come.” I squirm below him.

Hurt turns quickly into molten pools of lava, his eyes blowing out ash. The transformation is exquisite to watch.

“You better watch your teeth, wife.”