Chapter Forty
I feel exhausted, but I feel so wired at the same time. I can't believe we just did that; I can't believe that he had his mouth on me, and his tongue inside of me. I came in his mouth, and then he kissed me. My cheeks heat with embarrassment.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, concern filling his voice. He runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek as he waits for me to answer.
"Erm, I'm a little embarrassed," I tell him honestly.
"Why?"
"I don't know, it just feels a little weird." The truth is, I don't know why I'm embarrassed, I just know I am.
He leans down, giving me another kiss, and then climbs off the bed. He pulls his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans as he taps away on the screen. I quickly sit up and cover myself, my eyes scanning the room, looking for my clothes. He looks over at me, furrowing his eyebrows.
He drops the phone onto the dresser and comes back to bed, sitting down in front of me.
"Baby, breathe. I'm asking Prospect to bring us some drinks up to the room, that’s all," he tells me, his hands rubbing up and down my arms.
"I thought, erm... I don't know what I thought. I just panicked," I tell him. What the fuck is wrong with me? "I'm sorry, I'm not normally this needy."
He lets out a small snort. "You're anything but needy. Don't ever think that. And please don't hide yourself from me," he says. His eyes scan over my body, and I suddenly become self-conscious about the marks that cover most of it.
"What's happening right now?" he asks as his eyes flick back and forth between mine.
"The scars, and the bruises, they—"
"Are a part of you. And nothing to be ashamed of, so if that’s where your head just went then fucking shake it off," he says, cutting me off before I even have a chance to form the sentence.
I feel them again, the hundred or so tiny little dragonflies fluttering in my stomach. I lean forward and place a kiss on his lips.
"What was that for?" he asks when I break away from the kiss.
I smile. "For making sure I'm okay, for making me feel comfortable, and for not judging me.”
"I’d never judge you, and you don't need to thank me for that, baby." He places a kiss on my forehead, when there’s a knock on the door. My eyes widen as he moves to get up. "It's okay, I'm just gonna grab the water, don't move."
As he turns his back and heads to the door, I take in the large tattoo on his back of the Soulless Knights logo, it’s huge and covers his entire back.
He barely opens the door, just enough for the prospect to pass a couple of bottles of water through it. He closes it and then turns and strides toward me.
"Did you thank him?" I ask.
He raises his eyebrow, then shakes his head like I said something crazy.
"Ice," I scold.
He places the bottles on the side, smirking at me, and he grabs my legs, pulling them down. I squeal in surprise as I fall back and he climbs right on top of me, his lips finding mine. Our tongues tussle and our teeth clash. He nips at my bottom lip, and I smile. Breathless, we break apart.
He places a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. "Max. And he's a Prospect, baby, he doesn’t expect me to say thank you," he says with a smile.
I roll my eyes at him. "But it's the polite thing to do," I say.
He sighs, grabbing the bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and passing me it. "How about I say thank you the next time I see him?"
I give him a smile and take the bottle from him, drinking almost half of it, I hadn't realised how thirsty I was.
"Woah, you a little thirsty there, baby?" he asks with a smirk. He bites his lips as his eyes trail over my body. He curls his hand around my ankle then runs it up my leg. "Do you wanna rest, or..." He lets the question hang in the air.
I shake my head. "No, I don't want to rest."
"Tell me what you want, Dragonfly."
"You. I want... you," I breathe out.
He takes the bottle from me, placing it back on the dresser. He brushes a few loose strands of hair from my face, before running the tip of his finger over my eyebrows, down my nose, over my cheekbones, and then tracing the outline of my lips.
"Fuck me, you're stunning, baby," he says in a low voice.
I go to shake my head, but he grabs both sides of my face in his hands.
"Don't. I know you were going to disagree, but don't. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.
" I feel my face flush with embarrassment, and I try to turn away from him, the intensity of his gaze making me a little uncomfortable, but he holds my face firmly in place.
"Are you sure you want to continue?" he asks again.
"Yes, I really want to continue. Do you not want to?" I query.
"Of course I do. I really want this. You have no idea how much I want you, Dragonfly," he tells me.
I bite the inside of my cheek, nerves bubbling inside of me. I've never done this, so I'm not really sure what I'm doing. But I know what is expected. I reach forward, my hands shaking as I grab at the waistband of his jeans. He grabs my hands, pulling them away from him.
"Stop. That's not how tonight is going to go."
"Oh, I thought I had to…"
"Woah, no, baby. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, I'd never force you to do that. Ever."
"What if I wanted to?" I ask.
"Then it's something we can talk about, but not tonight, baby. Tonight is about you. Let me take care of you, please."
"Okay." I nod.
He stands at the side of the bed and unzips his jeans, then bends as he slides them and his boxers down his legs.
I'm so nervous, I don't know if I should look or not.
But as he stands, I'm left with no choice but to look as he's so close.
My breath catches in my throat when I see how big it is.
Oh god, that is going to hurt. How the hell is that going to fit?
"Breathe," he says as he climbs on top of me.
"Max. Erm, that’s intimidating," I say.
He chuckles, then leans forward, slamming his lips to mine. The kiss is hurried, aggressive. I grab the back of his head and pull it closer to me, as our mouths stay locked together.
One of his hands squeeze and rub at my breast while the other runs down my stomach, all the way to my pussy. My back instinctively arches as he slides two of his fingers into my already wet pussy.
He keeps his eyes on mine as he uses his thumb, rubbing at the small nub, adding pressure and moving in circular movements.
His fingers slide in and out of my pussy as he continues to add pressure with his thumb.
His pulls his lips from mine, and then suddenly his mouth is wrapped around my breast, sucking and biting my nipple.
My body feels like it's on fire, my stomach has a thousand dragonflies floating around, and my pussy throbs. There are too many sensations, and I don't know which one to focus on.
It all becomes too much, and I cry out, "Oh god," as my orgasm rolls through me.