Chapter 35 #2
He was looking at me—all of me.
I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone. I couldn’t explain it—to him or to myself. The thought of his hands on me. His mouth on me. Feeling me, tasting me, claiming me—completely.
I was addicted—and I needed a fix.
I heard the familiar growl rise in his throat and vibrate through his body—I felt it between my legs.
It was as if he heard my thoughts and responded.
His hands went to my thighs and slowly, painfully edged upward.
Leaning closer, he never broke eye-contact as his mouth closed around a nipple.
His tongue rolled it gently between his teeth, as a small hiss escaped as I inhaled sharply.
My hips moved against him, speaking on my behalf.
His voice came out low and gravelly as his right hand gently stroked the front of my panties.
“I think these are a little wet.”
“You should check.” I was daring him—or asking, whatever.
He pulled my panties to the side with quiet authority. The act was subtle but undeniably dominant. I leaned back slightly, giving him room without hesitation. His fingers moved slowly, knowingly, and I lifted myself just enough to ask for more.
When he withdrew, I almost whimpered in protest—hell, maybe I did.
He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting what he’d done to me. I moaned and rolled my hips against him again. No man would ever be able to do to me, what he does to me. In moments like this, I was utterly and completely his. I could get off from the thought of him alone—and I was on the verge.
“Yeah, I’d say they’re soaked.” His voice dropped lower still. “Let’s get those off.”
I stood up in front of him, wanting them gone. I wanted him to see exactly what he did to me. I wanted to give him full access to me.
He reached out and tugged gently, letting them fall to the floor at my feet. Maddox raised his ass in the air and pushed his sweatpants down, freeing himself. His gaze burned with desire I had never seen.
“Come here.”
His hands locked around my hips and brought me closer.
My head fell back as my fingers threaded into his hair.
He buried his face against me like oxygen was optional.
My knees began to give, but before I could fall he dropped to the floor, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
I lay back on the ottoman and planted my feet on the edge of the couch.
The release hit hard, ripping through me. My body trembled under it.
“You taste like you were created for me.”
He dove in again.
I arched my back and bucked against him as passion continued to wash over me—relentless.
I unraveled beneath him. A moan escaped which only urged him on as I was arching into him.
My fingers curled into my own skin while he worked me without mercy.
I opened myself wider, pulling him closer. I needed more.
Heat spread through the bottoms of my feet and my toes curled as the pressure built again.
I pushed against him until he finally stopped.
He leaned back, and I slid down from the ottoman.
He caught me immediately, steadying me as I lowered myself onto him.
The first thrust stole the air from my lungs.
I moved with him instinctively, rising and sinking slowly, feeling every inch as he filled me. The stretch, the depth—it shattered whatever control I thought I had left.
I rode him harder, chasing the friction, needing more. He matched me perfectly, meeting every movement exactly as deep as I needed.
A snarl tore through him, and my body clenched around him in response, holding him in place. He pulled back on my hair, his breath hot against my neck.
God, I wanted him. All of him. However he wanted me—I was game.
“I love you so much.”
I leaned into him and pressed my lips to his ear.
“I want to lie with you in the dark, just like this—for all eternity. It’s probably the only thing that I am certain of. I just need time.”
The words spilled out of my mouth, my feelings for him overflowing.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him as close as possible.
He carried me to the bedroom and when we collapsed into the sheets, he pulled me against him.
I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and matching my breath to his.
“I have endless time. And every second of it belongs to you.”
After lying tangled together for not quite long enough, I slipped from the bed to use the bathroom. When I returned, he was still sprawled across the sheets, so I reclaimed my spot beside him. Maddox immediately wrapped his arm around me.
“I can’t wait until all this is over so we can just go. I want time with you without other people needing us for something.”
“Trying to keep me all to yourself?” I teased.
“I am not a jealous man—but I am an observant one.” His tone shifted.
“I don’t like Ronan around you. Every time he’s near you, I want to rip his eyes out so he can’t look at you.
Tear his ears off, so he can’t hear your voice.
Cram his nose into his brain so he can’t smell you or breath—but I won’t. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”
“Tell me how you really feel, big guy,” I said lightly, trying to soften the edge. “I’m yours. No one is taking me. Isn’t that enough? He can fantasize all he wants—he doesn’t get to have me. You’re the only one who does. No one has to die to prove that.”
He shook his head slightly.
“You don’t understand—and I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t like the way he looks at you. It’s more than him missing you. The stunt he pulled bringing Amelia to your house.”
“We have moved past that. I agreed to give him another chance. Now you want to interfere? Until he does something wrong, I need to let him do his job. You said that yourself.”
“I changed my mind. You should fire him.”
I exhaled slowly. “I’m giving him a chance. I can’t walk in and destroy his life in a matter of weeks. He doesn’t deserve that—and you know it.”
His jaw tightened.
“You do what you need to do, and I’ll do what I need to do. I protect you. Above all else—that’s my job. I don’t trust him anymore. Whether you like it or not, he’s not coming off my radar. Security takes priority over everything. Technically, that makes me your boss—and you listen to me.”
“Oh really?” I propped myself up on one elbow. “And what if I fire you?”
A slow grin spread across his face.
“Then I never have to leave your side to handle Order matters. I can focus solely on you. Don’t threaten me with a good time. I’ll always take you up on that offer.”
He smacked my ass hard.
I yelped.
His eyes darkened.
“Talk shit to me and I’ll take it out in trade on that sweet ass.”
I sat up and looked at him.
“I don’t like being told what to do.”
His face turned serious, and he sat up, closing the distance between us until the air felt charged. I could feel his breath on my skin as he began to speak.
“I am yours. And people can believe I’m nothing more than a ruthless machine willing to destroy anything you ask. Outside of this bedroom, that’s close enough to the truth. But if you put yourself in harm’s way just to defy me.”
He leaned closer, his voice lowering.
“I won’t punish you out there. I’ll do it here. I will take my time with you until that defiance melts. Until your body forgets how to fight me. Until the only thing you want is me. You will be a vision that only I am allowed to witness, and it will be fucking gorgeous.”
My mind was foggy. I felt the familiar tingling between my legs. My brain resisted—I don’t submit—to anyone. I turned onto my hands and knees with my ass in the air.
“You gonna spank me, Daddy?” Taunting a vampire was probably not the best idea. Self-preservation be damned.
I looked over my shoulder and was suddenly reminded how fast vampires were.
His large palm connected sharply, the crack echoing through the room.
The force drove me forward; the sting was sweet.
Immediate. Electric. He struck the other side.
I jolted forward and my hips rolled instinctively, and my ass pushed back looking for pressure.
“You liked that, but I’m just getting started.” I heard the whimper escape my lips and saw his smile grow wide. “This is going to be fun.”
His deep voice sent chills down my spine. I felt myself blush and I arched my back.
“Mmmm, I love it when you do that. It’s so fucking hot simply because your body is betraying you. You can’t even hide how bad you want me.”
When he moved, it wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t frantic. It was deliberate.
The lights blurred. The air thickened. The tension coiled tight and then—the world disappeared.