Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Maximillian
As we walk together toward the cabana, my mind races with a mix of anticipation and doubt.
Are we really doing this?
The thought of Zoe consumes me, making it hard to think straight. I’ve never felt this need for anyone before. I want to touch her in ways I’ve never touched anyone. I want to ravage her with little to no mercy, to break the rules and let go of every inhibition.
The desire building inside me is impossible to ignore. Kiss her senseless, maybe even possess her, if only for tonight—for the week. The thought sends a thrill through me, an exhilaration that’s both exciting and terrifying.
We reach the cabana, and I stop, turning to face her. My heart pounds as I search her eyes for any sign of hesitation. “Are we really doing this?” I whisper, my voice low and gravelly, filled with the weight of my emotions.
Zoe looks at me, her breath hitching slightly. This is uncharted territory, a line we are about to cross, but I feel an irresistible pull toward her.
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely audible.
I cup her cheek, my thumb gently caressing her skin. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this before,” I confess, my eyes locked onto hers. “The way I need you . . . it’s hard to explain, but I want to do so much to you. Everything. But only if you allow it.”
My words ignite a fire within her, and I can feel the heat between us, the electric charge that makes everything else fade away.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, her lips trembling with anticipation.
I crash my mouth onto hers; our kiss is intense and consuming. It’s as if I’m pouring all my pent-up emotions, my longing and passion, into this single moment. My hands roam her body, exploring, discovering. I drink in the feel of her, the scent of her jasmine perfume mingling with the heady aroma of exotic flowers that fills the air. The moment feels electric, charged with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
The heat between us is palpable, a living entity that crackles and sparks with every touch. As our lips part briefly, I taste the faint hint of champagne on her tongue, and my hands move to her waist, drawing her even closer. The feel of her body against mine sends a jolt of desire coursing through me.
I deepen the kiss, losing myself in the sensation. Zoe’s hands find their way to my chest, her fingers splaying out over my shirt as she presses herself against me. This moment, this connection, is nothing like I’ve imagined but probably everything I’ve ever wanted.
As Zoe melts into my embrace, I remind myself to savor this moment. Even as I lose myself in the passion, I’m aware of how fleeting it might be.
Perhaps it’s the way Zoe’s eyes light up when she looks at me or the way she laughs at my jokes, the sound like music to my ears. Maybe it’s the way she fits so perfectly in my arms. Whatever it is, I shouldn’t care. It’s just about the now—this night or, if I’m lucky enough, I’ll have more.
As I kiss Zoe again, I focus on the feel of her lips against mine, the heat of her body against mine, and the knowledge that, at least for now, she is mine.
Our foreheads press together as we both try to catch our breath, the reality of the moment sinking in. Zoe’s eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I can feel her heartbeat against mine, the rhythm matching my own racing pulse. The electricity between us is palpable, and I know there’s no turning back now.
I lean in and kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the sensation of her lips against mine. The taste of champagne still lingers on her tongue, and I can’t help but deepen the kiss, my hands roaming over her body. She trembles beneath my touch, and I can feel her nails digging into the fabric of my shirt.
In this moment, nothing else matters but us. I want to freeze time, to stay in this moment forever. But I know that’s not possible. All good things must come to an end, and eventually, we’ll say goodbye.
For now, though, I push those thoughts aside and focus on the here and now. My hands roam over her body, feeling every curve and contour. She responds eagerly, her hands clinging to me as if I’m her lifeline.
I can feel the heat building between us, and I know that tonight will be a night we’ll never forget.
Breaking apart, I trace a path of kisses along the line of her jaw, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my lips. I continue down the smooth expanse of her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, the faint scent of vanilla and jasmine that clings to her. My heart thunders in my chest, a heady mix of desire and anticipation.
She gasps as I nip at her earlobe, her hands tightening in my hair. I can feel the heat radiating off of her, the electric energy that crackles between us. And in this moment, I know that she wants this as much as I do.
Stepping back, I survey her with a hungry gaze, taking in the way her dress clings to her curves, the way her lips are swollen and red from our kisses. Then, slowly, I raise my hand and make a circular motion with my finger.
Zoe’s eyes flick up to meet mine, a flash of excitement in their depths. Without hesitation, she spins around, her movements fluid and graceful. I take a moment to admire the view, the way the moonlight casts shadows across her body, the way her light brown hair cascades down her back like a shimmering waterfall.
Slowly, I unzip the back of Zoe’s dress, my fingers trailing over her spine as the fabric falls away. I spot the lacy black panties she’s wearing, and I can’t help but feel a surge of desire. “You’re beautiful,” I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder. She shivers at the contact, her body trembling against mine. I can feel the heat radiating off her.
Zoe gasps as I nip at her earlobe, her hands tightening on my arms. I can feel the heat of her body against mine, the way her hips move instinctively toward me.
“Feel what you do to me, baby? Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, my voice soft but insistent.
Zoe nods, her eyes wide and trusting. “Yes.”
And with that, I lean in to claim her lips once more, savoring the taste of champagne and desire.
I push her up against the door, her back hitting the wood with a soft thud. She giggles, a sound that’s both nervous and excited. I can’t help but smile as I start to trail kisses from hip to hip.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her skin. She shivers under my touch, goosebumps breaking out on her arms.
“Spread your legs for me,” I demand, my voice low and husky. I want to see all of her, every secret part of her.
She complies without hesitation, her eyes wide with anticipation. I can see the wetness on her thighs, and I know she’s ready for me. I pull the lacy panties down over her hips, watching as they fall to her ankles. She steps out of them, leaving her completely exposed to me.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, my eyes raking over her naked body. “And so damn ready for me.”
I can feel her eagerness as I run my fingers along her folds, feeling her wetness and her need. She moans softly, arching into my touch. I lean in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She tastes like heaven, and I can’t get enough.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” I murmur, looking up at her through my lashes. “You’ve missed this, haven’t you?”
She nods, biting her bottom lip, her eyes filled with desire. “Yes, Max. I’ve been craving you.”
I smirk, sliding a finger inside her while my tongue teases her clit. “You love it when I make you feel like this, don’t you?”
Her breath hitches, and she moans louder. “God, yes. I love it. Please, don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you come for me, baby. I want to feel you come all over my fingers and tongue.”
She gasps, her hips bucking against my mouth. “ Max, I’m so close,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. I can feel her body trembling under my touch. The soft curves of her hips fit perfectly in my hands, and I can’t resist running my thumbs over the sensitive skin there. She tastes like salt and honey, and I can’t get enough.
“Yes, baby?” I ask, my voice husky with desire. My cock is already straining against my pants, eager to be inside her. But I want to take my time, to savor every moment with her.
She looks up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. “I want you,” she whispers. “I need you, Max.”
My name on her lips is like a drug, and I can’t resist any longer. I bury my face between her legs, my tongue delving into her wetness. She tastes like heaven, and I could spend hours exploring every inch of her. Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer, and I can feel her getting closer to the edge.
I can feel her orgasm building, and I want to be inside her when she loses control. I pull back, my breath hot on her skin. She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure. I can see the trust in her eyes, and it makes me want her even more.
I want to drink her orgasm, hear her plead for me, and so I thrust a finger inside her, pushing it deep, feeling her warmth and slickness coat my skin.
“You want me to make you come, baby?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.
She nods, unable to speak. I add another finger, filling her up. I bend down, my breath hot on her clit. I nibble gently, teasing her. She writhes beneath me, her hips bucking up to meet my fingers.
“Yes, Max, just like that,” she cries out, her nails digging into my scalp.
I love being on my knees, worshipping her, eating her delicious cunt. I continue to fuck her with my fingers, my tongue flicking against her clit. I can feel her orgasm building, her walls tightening around me. And I stop because I want her on the edge, but not yet coming for me. I smirk at her. I can’t believe how wet she is, my fingers easily slipping in and out of her tight heat.
“Max, don’t stop.” Her voice trembles with desire.
“You want me to make you come, baby?” My voice is low, and I can feel her shudder in response.
I lean in, my lips mere inches from her swollen clit. “Tell me how much you want it.”
Her hips buck upwards, her breath catching in her throat. “Max, please,” she moans. “I need it so badly. Please, don’t make me wait. I’ll do anything, just please make me come.”
This siren is always enchanting me, making me want more, and now that I can have it . . . I want to milk it until I satiate my desire.
“But first, I’m going to enjoy every bit of you.”
I dive in, my tongue lapping at her wet folds, exploring every crevice, every swollen bundle of nerves. Her taste is intoxicating, like the smoothest single malt whiskey. Her hands grip my hair, nails digging into my scalp as she arches her back, offering herself up to me. And oh, how I intend to feast.
“You taste so fucking good,” I groan, my fingers plunging into her wetness, adding to the delicious juices coating my face. “I could eat you out all night, baby.”
Her moans grow louder, more desperate. “Max, please,” she pants. “I need more.”
“Greedy girl,” I murmur, my voice dripping with lust. “You want my fingers and my tongue, don’t you? You want to come all over my face.”
“Yes,” she cries out. “I want it so bad. Make me come, Max. Make me scream.” Her moans spur me on, and I pick up the pace, my tongue dancing over her swollen bud, sucking and nipping as I go. My fingers work in tandem, curling inside her, stroking her silken walls.
“Oh, fuck, Max,” she pants, her hips bucking against my face. “I’m so close.”
With renewed vigor, I redouble my efforts, my tongue relentless in its pursuit of her orgasm. Her juices are flowing freely now, coating my chin and her thighs, the scent of her arousal intoxicating me further.
“You’re such a good girl,” I murmur against her folds, my voice dripping with lust. “I love the way you taste, the way you give yourself to me.”
I suck hard on her clit, my fingers curling inside her, hitting that perfect spot. “Come for me, Zoe,” I command, my voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come apart.”
With a final flick of my tongue and a thrust of my fingers, she shatters, her orgasm crashing over her as she trembles beneath my touch. “That’s it, good girl,” I groan, holding her tight, my tongue lapping up every last drop of her orgasm as her tremors subside.
This woman. Zoe. I don’t know what she’s doing to me, but I pray to whoever listens that this isn’t the only night she lets me break the rules. I need more than that to purge her from my system—so much more.