The temptation of my brother-in-law-Chapter 53 - fifty three

Chapter fifty three

Alicia’s POV

My heart hammered in my chest as Malachi’s gaze met mine, intense and unyielding. I thought of Sophie. Any sound could wake her, and the servants roamed the halls at odd hours, their soft footsteps a perpetual threat. We had to remain utterly silent, our every movement calculated to avoid detection. The weight of that secrecy only heightened the thrill, making my skin tingle with anticipation.

Malachi closed the distance between us in two silent strides, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of my arm. His touch was electric, fingers pressing just hard enough to send a shiver through me.

"Are you sure about this, Alicia?" he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

I nodded, my mouth going dry. "I want you, Malachi," I whispered. "But we have to be quiet. Sophie is just in the other room, and the servants..."

He silenced me with a kiss, his lips claiming mine in a searing embrace. I melted into him, my body molding against his hard planes. His hands roamed my curves, igniting sparks.

I bit my lower lip, stifling the gasp that rose in my throat, and tilted my head toward the bed tucked in the corner of the room. We moved as one, our bodies brushing with deliberate care, the fabric of his shirt against my dress. As we lowered ourselves onto the mattress, the springs gave a faint protest, and we both froze, eyes wide, listening to the house’s quiet. No footsteps echoed; no door creaked open. Relief washed over me, and I nodded to him, urging him on.

His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, pressing hot kisses that trailed from my earlobe down to my collarbone. He sucked gently at the pulse point there, his teeth grazing just enough to make my breath catch. I arched my back, pressing my body closer to his, my hands sliding up to grip the hem of his shirt. With a slow pull, I lifted it over his head, exposing the broad expanse of his chest, muscles taut under warm skin. My fingers explored him, tracing the lines of his abdomen, feeling the heat radiating from his body. He mirrored my actions, his hands working the laces of my bodice loose until my breasts spilled free, heavy and aching for his touch.

Malachi’s palms cupped my breasts, squeezing them firmly as his thumbs brushed over my nipples. They stiffened instantly under his attention, peaking into tight buds that begged for more. He rolled them between his fingers, pinching lightly, then harder, drawing silent waves of pleasure that made my thighs clench. I wanted to moan, to let the sound fill the room, but I pressed my lips together, exhaling through my nose in controlled bursts. His eyes locked on mine, dark with desire, as he leaned down. His mouth closed over one nipple, tongue swirling around it before he sucked hard, pulling it deep into the warmth of his mouth. The sensation shot straight to my core, my pussy growing wetter with each pull.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him there, my other hand roaming down his back, nails scraping lightly over his skin. He switched to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention—licking, sucking, nipping—until both nipples throbbed, sensitive and swollen. The room felt warmer, the air thick with our shared restraint. Malachi’s hand slid lower, bunching up the fabric of my skirt, exposing my legs inch by inch. I helped him, lifting my hips slightly to allow the material to ride up, revealing the soft curls between my thighs.

His fingers reached my pussy first, brushing over the slick folds. I was already soaked, arousal coating his fingertips as he parted me. He rubbed my clit in slow, firm circles, the pressure building steadily. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction, but I clamped down on the urge to vocalize, my teeth sinking into my lip until I tasted the faint metallic tang of blood. Malachi watched my face, his expression one of focused intensity, as he increased the pace. One finger slipped inside me, then a second, stretching my walls as he curled them upward, stroking that inner spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

I gripped the edge of the bed, my knuckles white, as he pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb continuing to circle my clit. The wet sounds of his movements were obscene in the silence, but too quiet to carry. Pleasure coiled low in my belly, tightening with each thrust of his hand. He added a third finger, filling me more completely, his palm grinding against my mound. My body trembled, thighs quivering around his wrist, but I held back the climax hovering just out of reach, savoring the edge.

Finally, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me aching and empty. Malachi shifted, his hands working at his belt with careful precision. The buckle unfastened with a soft click that seemed to echo, and we both stilled again, hearts racing. The hallway remained silent, no sign of servants or Sophie’s stirring. Emboldened, I reached down to help, tugging his pants open and shoving them down his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and rigid, veins pulsing along its length. The head glistened with pre-cum, and I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking upward in a firm grip. It twitched in my palm, hot and heavy, as I pumped him slowly, twisting my wrist at the top to spread the slickness.

Malachi’s breath came in shallow huffs against my shoulder, his body tensing under my touch. He pushed me back gently onto the pillows, settling between my spread legs. His cock nudged against my entrance, the broad tip parting my folds. He rubbed it up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness, teasing my clit with each pass. I lifted my hips, silently begging him to enter me, my hands clutching his shoulders. With a controlled thrust, he pushed inside, the head breaching me first, then inch after inch of his shaft following. My pussy stretched around him, walls fluttering as he filled me completely, bottoming out with his balls pressed against my ass.

We paused there, connected deeply, our eyes meeting in shared intensity. The fullness was exquisite, every throb of his cock echoing through me. Malachi began to move, pulling out almost to the tip before sliding back in, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. I matched him, wrapping my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his lower back to pull him deeper. The bed shifted slightly with each thrust, but we kept the motion minimal, controlled, to avoid noise. His cock dragged along my inner walls, hitting deep with precision, the friction igniting sparks of pleasure.

Sweat began to bead on his skin, trickling down his chest as he increased his pace just a fraction. I could feel my arousal coating us both, easing his slides in and out. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone with every plunge, the pressure building relentlessly. I raked my nails down his back, leaving faint red trails, urging him on without words. Malachi leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his hips. We swallowed each other’s breaths, the kiss muffling any stray sounds.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down my jaw, nipping at my earlobe before returning to my breasts. As he fucked me, he sucked on a nipple again, the dual sensations overwhelming. My pussy clenched around his cock, pulling him in tighter, and he groaned silently against my skin, the vibration humming through me. The risk amplified everything—the possibility of a servant’s knock, Sophie’s innocent cough from down the hall—made each thrust feel forbidden, electric.

Malachi’s hand slid between us, his fingers finding my clit once more. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, fast circles that had my body arching off the bed. I bit down on the pillow now, fabric muffling the desperate whine building in my throat. The coil in my belly wound tighter, pressure mounting until I couldn’t hold back. My orgasm crashed over me, pussy spasming around his cock, milking him as waves of ecstasy pulsed through my core. Silent tears slipped down my cheeks from the intensity, my body shaking beneath him.

He didn’t stop, driving into me through my climax, prolonging the shudders. His own release built quickly after, thrusts growing erratic, hips snapping harder. I felt him swell inside me, then the hot rush of his cum as he buried deep, spilling pulse after pulse into my pussy. We clung to each other, bodies slick with sweat, breaths ragged but quiet. Malachi collapsed onto me carefully, his weight a comforting press as we lay entwined, listening to the house settle back into stillness.

With a sigh, I disentangled myself from Malachi’s embrace to wear my clothes. He did the same, his eyes never leaving my body. I felt a rush of heat at his appreciative gaze, and I had to resist the urge to pull him back into bed.