Chapter 21 #2
"Camilla... stop," Maksim grunts out, a low, warning vibration in his chest. His hands tighten on my waist, trying to anchor my wild momentum before he completely loses what little restraint he has left. "You're playing with fire."
I don't stop.
Instead, I lean down into the warm water, flicking his nipple with the flat of my tongue, teasing the sensitive skin.
A ragged, guttural groan rips from deep within his throat.
Whatever control he was desperately clinging to snaps in an instant. The water violently splashes over the rim of the freestanding tub as Maksim moves with sudden, explosive strength. He lifts me effortlessly out of the bath, water cascading down our slick bodies.
Before I can even catch my breath, he strides out of the tub and slams me firmly against the cool, marble wall of the bathroom.
Maksim pins me there, trapping me between the cold marble and his solid frame, his forehead coming down to rest heavily on my shoulder as he pants, his hot breath fanning across my wet skin.
"Camilla... you'll be the death of me," he growls out, his voice a dark, ruined rasp in the quiet of the room.
His large, calloused hand snakes down, gliding over my wet hip and traveling down my thigh. His fingers slide beneath me, finding my dripping core, and press directly into my sensitive flesh.
A loud, helpless moan escapes my throat, echoing off the marble walls.
He doesn't rush. He slickly glides his fingers through my wetness, curling them inside me with a steady, punishing rhythm that builds the tension in my lower abdomen to a fever pitch.
He works me until my knees give out, until my fingers claw at the tile for leverage, and my body begins to writhe and whimper against his hand, completely undone by his touch.
"Tell me, princess," Maksim rumbles against my ear, his thumb flicking teasingly over my swollen clit as his fingers push deeper. "Do you want my cock?"
"Yes," I sob out, tossing my head back against his chest, desperate for the friction. "Yes, Maksim, please..."
He doesn't make me beg twice.
In one smooth motion, he lifts my leg higher, aligning himself at my entrance, and drives into me with a single, deep, devastating thrust that buries him completely inside me. The sheer size and stretch of him make me cry out, a sharp wave of pleasure washing over my entire body.
He doesn't pause. He pulls back and plunges in again, establishing a hard, merciless pace that rocks me against the cold wall.
His large hand snakes around my ribs to the front, his thick fingers locking onto my bare breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in sync with every heavy, possessive thrust of his hips.
The movement drives me completely out of my mind. Every relentless stroke is deep, heavy, and brutally precise, claiming all of me until there is no room left to think, only to feel.
His fingers bruise my hip and grip my breast, holding me firmly in place as he pounds into me with a desperate, possessive fury. The sound of skin meeting skin, our harsh, ragged breathing, and the slick friction of our bodies echo off the steam-slicked walls.
"Look at me," he grunts, his voice completely wrecked as his rhythm grows faster, harder, more chaotic.
I turn my head as much as I can, catching his wild, blown-out eyes in the reflection of the vanity mirror. He is completely undone, a man totally consumed by the woman in his arms.
The pressure building in my lower belly snaps violently into a blinding, shuddering climax. My walls contract around him, pulsing tightly as a guttural cry tears from my throat. The feeling of my tight release over his length pushes Maksim straight over the edge.
With a low, primal roar that vibrates through my entire spine, he buries himself as deep as he can go, driving into me one last time as he comes hard, his muscles coiling and trembling against my back.
We hang there together in the aftermath, gasping for air, our wet skin slick with sweat and water, completely locked in each other's arms as our hearts hammer in frantic unison against the cold marble wall.
After a long, unhurried moment of catching our breath, Maksim gently eases out of me, his arms keeping a firm hold on my waist so my liquid-soft legs don't collapse beneath me.
He leads me straight into the open glass shower stall, turning on the overhead rainfall showerhead. Warm water cascades over us, washing away the slick sweat and remaining exhaustion of the night. He doesn't say a word, just holds me under the stream, his hands soothingly running down my back.
Stepping out, he grabs a plush white bath sheet, carefully wrapping it around my body before gently drying off my skin and damp hair with dedicated, quiet care.
When he is finished, he lifts me easily into his arms once more and carries me into the dim, grand bedroom.
He sets me down under the heavy silk sheets of the king-sized bed, slipping in right beside me.
Reaching over, he clicks off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into the soft, velvet dark of the night.
In the quiet blackness, his massive arm reaches out, pulling my body flush against his chest. I sink into his heat, resting my head over his steady, beating heart.
He tilts his head down, pressing a lingering, tender kiss against the top of my shoulder.
"Goodnight, princess," he murmurs softly into the dark.
“Goodnight, Maksim.”