Malachi had never been overcome by such a strong need. It was as if he became possessed. The scent of fertility, his mate, and arousal made the beast in him awaken. The strong lust mixed with frustration, anger, possessiveness, and jealousy that he had tried to hold back now all made him burn.
He shifted, placing her on the bed with him on top. He held his weight off when she winced slightly and he remembered her wounds. Ravina opened her eyes and stared at him with a flushed face and dilated pupils. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising to almost touching his and then falling.
Yes, he liked her pale skin that showed this pink flush so clearly. She was like a blank canvas that he could paint on and he wanted to have the mark of his lips on her slender neck.
Remembering the marks Ares had left on her, "you are mine, Ravina!" He almost growled and then crashed his lips on hers.
