24. Chapter 24 – Olivia
Chapter 24 – Olivia
T here was something incredibly innocent and inviting to that feeling of bliss when you’re in between awake and asleep, in that space where rules don’t matter and all that exists is the sensations.
The pleasure. The delight. The lack of inhibitions or worries to cloud those pure sensations for what they are.
Good.
God, it felt so fucking good to orgasm in that in between space with darkness blanketing you from the world and cocooning you in safety.
“Yes.” I moaned, giving myself over to the ecstasy, uncaring of the implications of it.
“Come for me again, Storm.” Maddox’s deep voice echoed through my haze as I pinpointed the pleasure and its source as his thick cock slid into my body again.
“Make me.” Moaning, I arched my back and pressed into his chest as he thrust again. I was on my side in bed, and he was behind me, with my leg pulled up and supported by his big hand under my knee so he could fuck me.
He changed the angle of his hips and pushed in deeper with the next thrust, his grin against my neck. He had been just giving me the tip before, like he was enjoying the fact that I was on the precipice of sleep while he fucked me. But now that I was awake, he was giving it all to me.
Every fucking inch and I loved it.
Even if each second of consciousness returned the feelings from the day before, I’d take whatever he gave me. At the end of the day, if he regretted tying himself down to me, that didn’t mean I regretted him for even a second.
I was so pathetically in love with the dark psychotic man, I’d take the bad for even a moment of good. And right now, with each push and pull of his hips, it was so fucking good.
“I love you, Storm.” He growled, reaching between my thighs to play with my clit as I clawed at him for more. “I can’t breathe when you’re away. I won’t. Not anymore.”
“Maddox.” I hissed, as his words gave my stupid, helpless heart hope. “Don’t.”
“I mean it.” He bit my shoulder with enough strength to break the skin and I cried out as the pain took me closer to orgasm again. “I know what you said yesterday, but I don’t believe you.” Thrusting deeper as he rolled my clit between his fingers and sucked on my neck, marking me. “I fucked up, somehow, but I’m here and I’m going to make it right, Storm. I promise. Just let me make it right.”
“Fuck!” I screamed, turning my face and biting his arm in response to his own markings, leaving mine in his skin again.
“I’m done leaving you. I’m here. I’m right fucking here, Storm.”
“You don’t want to be.” I screwed my eyes shut and buried my face in the blankets as I admitted it out loud. “You don’t want to be tied down.”
He growled so powerfully I felt it in my chest as he rolled us over until I was on my knees with my upper body pressed against his chest, sitting on his thighs as he kept lazily fucking me.
“You misunderstand my devotion to you, Olivia.” Something about the way he used my full name instead of the nicknames for me made it more powerful. “I love you.”
“I heard her—” I cried out, “I heard her question everything because you never wanted this.”
“I never imagined myself wanting a family before I met you.” Thrust. “I never imagined myself in love with someone before I met you.” Thrust. “I never imagined how it would feel like I couldn’t exist without another person by my side before I met you. But now,” Thrust. “Now I’m fucking addicted to you and I need you more than you’ll ever know, Storm.”
“Maddox.” I sobbed as another orgasm crashed over me and I moaned in a delirious tone for him as it washed over me. “I need you. I love you.”
“Good.” He slowed his thrusts and then pulled out of me, lowering us both back to the bed and wrapping himself around me, covering every inch of my skin with his. I ended up with my head on his chest and his rock-hard cock was standing erect before he pulled the blankets over us to cover himself.
“You didn’t come.” I looked up at his face in the darkness, in confusion. “Why?”
“Because you still don’t believe me. Because of words you heard a jaded woman speak. And until I can prove myself to you, I won’t find pleasure in your body. Not until your heart knows my truth, Storm.”
I lowered my gaze again, feeling so torn inside my heart about everything my head was thinking. “That feels like a punishment toward me.”
“It’s not.” He kissed my temple and tightened his arms around me. “But I can’t stomach the thought of orgasming until you feel secure and safe in my love. So now I’ll work on proving myself to you. After you get more sleep.”
“You woke me up in the first place.” I murmured as his words swam in my brain.
“I know.” He chuckled humorlessly against my hair as he stroked it. “Someone told me that there were only two ways to quiet the storm brewing in your mind, but I guess I chose wrong in my endeavor to apologize. Now I’ll try the other way by using my words and love to prove it.”
I relaxed into his hold, trying like hell to trust his words for face value and believe in him blindly. It wasn’t like he’d ever done anything but show me exactly how honorable he was toward me.
But for some reason, the disconnect between my brain and my heart was just too strong. So I snuggled deeper into his arms and took comfort from his touch.
“I love you, Psycho.” I whispered, tracing the lines of his muscles over his stomach as my eyelids grew heavy. Because I trusted my words, even if I couldn’t trust his.
“I love you so much more, Storm.”