Never in your entire life would you expect yourself to have been in this situation.

Here beside you in his bed was one of the most powerful beings in this world, reduced to nothing but a lovesick mess.

His cold lips feathered against your abdomen, his long and nimble fingers working to keep your shirt lifted enough to still be decent. You could feel his breath shudder as his kisses were pressed reverently against the soft skin on your stomach. His affection grew more fervent with each moment, as if he was desperate to make sure you didn’t slip from his grasp.

After his assault of kisses died down, Malleus’ head rested against your stomach with his arms wrapped around your waist. The night’s unforgiving cold consuming the room seemed to dissipate as your shared warmth provided the needed comfort.

Tentatively, you brought a hand to Malleus’ hair, combing your fingers through his raven hair that matched the sky outside.

His eyes looked up to meet yours, an ever-desperate expression painting the fae’s face. His lips came to your stomach again, kissing it once more.

“Your warmth welcomes a sensation deep within my heart.” he expressed, “I am unsure if I can continue to keep the feeling at bay.”

“You don’t need to, Malleus.”

Sevens, how your words sparked a flame deep within his stomach. His movements were nimble and careful as he adjusted himself to now be at eye level. However, that contact did not last for long as he connected his lips with yours.

Tonight he was going to test your honesty and let himself indulge in the intimacy he thought he would never have the fortune of possessing.