A wicked smile played at the edge of his beautiful lips "Because I am the one who holds you beneath me, my King," Dahmer murmured, his voice vibrating against Malcolm's flushed skin. " Every single time I sink myself deep into you, I am right there, watching you from a distance of zero millimeters. I see the moment your fierce, unbreakable Alpha glare completely shatters into dust. I always see how you look so utterly lost, so beautifully undone and vulnerable when I claim your body. You look like a monarch who has completely forgotten the path back to his throne."
Malcolm's chest rose and fell in surges beneath his robe. He couldn't accept it. He couldn't let this monster sit there and comfortably document his ultimate biological surrender.
