Chapter 63.

Malachi POV.

Dahlia’s kiss is dizzying. Her legs wrapped around my waist, squeezing as she grinds herself on me. My cock strains painfully in my shorts. I wasn’t expecting this when she left. What happened to her? She is coated in blood. Rodrick’s blood.

I break the kiss and look at her. Her eyes are glazed and her pale skin is flushed a delicate pink. She moans, throwing her head back the harder she grinds on me.

“Please, Mal. I need you.” She whines tears leaving her eyes, and I know she is in pain. That’s the thing with the heat. It causes equal amounts of pleasure and pain.

I grip her ass and rub the glorious cheeks in my hands and she sighs, but I know it won’t be enough.

Taking her to the bathroom, I turn the shower on and strip her down. I won’t do this while she is coated in his blood and his scent. I enter the shower behind her and get to work cleaning her. Her hands move to me, but I growl at her.

“Dahlia, let’s get you cleaned up,” and that snaps out for this as she looks d