•。| sugars and vampire!malachis first time together
warnings: first time, nsfw, p in v, blood drinking,
malachi had known sugar were fragile from the moment he first laid eyes on her.
a delicate little thing, all soft smiles and shy glances, like some trembling, wide-eyed creature that had wandered into a world full of wolves.
and he — ancient, bloodstained, monstrous — had wanted you anyway. wanted her with a hunger that terrified him. he should have stayed away. he should have locked himself in the dark and prayed she would forget him.
she‘d smiled at him. she‘d trusted him. she’d chosen him.
and now — now she was sitting on his bed, in a slip of a white babydoll dress, with trembling hands folded neatly in her lap, looking at him like he hung the stars.
“I want you,” she whispered, voice so soft he barely heard it over the roaring in his ears. “I trust you, Malachi.”
He crosses the room in two strides. Sinks to his knees before her like a penitent man before a goddess.
“You don’t understand,” he rasps, cupping her face between his cold hands. “I could hurt you, sugar. I could ruin you.” she blinks down at him, tears glimmering at the corners of her lashes — not from fear, but from need. “I want you to,” she breathed. god help him.
he touches her everywhere first. slow, reverent — stroking the curve of her thighs, the delicate line of her neck, the trembling flutter of her stomach under his mouth.
he lays you back against the pillows, kissing her slow and deep, letting her feel the weight of his body, the careful control in every trembling touch.
when he finally slides inside her — stretching her open, inch by careful inch — she sobs into his mouth, overwhelmed, clinging to him.
“that’s it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “take me. take all of me.”
she’s so tight around him he nearly loses control, fangs scraping her skin, blood singing in his veins.
but he moves slow, patient, rocking his hips in tiny shallow thrusts until the pain melts into pleasure, until she’s gasping and whimpering and begging for more.
and when she finally moans his name — desperate, broken, so beautifully trusting — he bites down.
not enough to hurt, just enough to mark.
blood blossoms against his tongue like a dark, perfect flower. she shudders, clenching around him, and he groans — thrusting deeper, filling her completely, utterly.
“oh sugar,” he breathes against her skin. “you’re mine forever.”