Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Calina
Maxim studies me for a long moment, his hand is on my waist. He looks down at me with that intense, unreadable expression that always makes my pulse race.
“Don’t ever lie to me again,” he says, voice low and serious.
“I didn’t lie,” I reply, lifting my chin. “I just didn’t tell you I brought a gun into the house. That’s not the same thing.”
He lets out a deep, controlled breath, like he’s trying to rein in his temper. His fingers flex against my side.
“What am I going to do with you?” he murmurs, almost to himself.
I feel a rush of heat at the way he’s looking at me. My voice comes out softer than I intended. “Well… you could help me out of this dress. I’ve been in it all day and it’s heavy. I’d very much like to be out of it.”
His eyes darken instantly. “Say no more.”
He turns me gently so my back is to him. I feel his fingers at the top of the gown, slowly working on the long row of tiny buttons.
There are twenty-one of them. I counted earlier when the dressmaker was fitting me. He takes his time, unfastening each one with deliberate care.
With every button that comes undone, cool air kisses my skin. And with every inch of exposed back, Maxim leans down and presses his lips to me.
Soft kisses at first, then gentle nibbles, then light bites that make me shiver. His mouth trails lower with each button, warm and teasing, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine.
By the time he reaches the last button, I’m breathing faster, my body humming with anticipation.
The heavy gown slides down my body and pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but a delicate lace bra and panties. I step out of the dress and turn to face him. His gaze rakes over me, dark and hungry.
Before I can say anything, he cups the back of my neck and pulls me into a deep, ravenous kiss. His mouth claims mine with raw need, tongue stroking deep, tasting me like he’s been starving for this all day.
I melt against him, pressing my body to his chest, my arms wrapping around his neck as I kiss him back just as fiercely.
He groans into my mouth, one hand sliding down to grip my ass, pulling me even closer. I can feel how hard he is against my stomach, and it sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
We’re both breathing hard when he finally pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that makes my knees weak.
“Fuck, Calina,” he rasps. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I don’t answer with words. I just pull him back down for another kiss, losing myself in the heat of his mouth and the strength of his arms around me.
Soon, the strong need to see all of him wins out. I pull back, breathing hard, my fingers already working on the buttons of his shirt.
He helps me, shrugging the fabric off his broad shoulders and tossing it aside. My hands roam over his chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle and the dark ink of his tattoos. He’s beautiful. Powerful. Intimidating.
He doesn’t give me long to admire him. With a low growl, he lifts me effortlessly and drops me onto the bed. I bounce with a surprised shriek that turns into laughter.
He climbs over me, eyes dark with hunger, never breaking eye contact as he hooks his fingers into the delicate garter around my thigh. He was supposed to have removed it at the reception, but we never got around to that.
He lowers his head and uses his teeth to slowly drag it down my leg, his lips and teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I shiver, a soft moan escaping me as goosebumps rise everywhere he touches.
He hooks his fingers into my panties next, sliding them down my legs and tossing them aside. Then he reaches behind me, unclasps my bra, and pulls it off, leaving me completely naked under his gaze.
His eyes darken as they roam over my body, taking in every curve like he’s memorizing me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, voice rough.
He climbs fully onto the bed, moving up my body until his cock is above mine. He is hard and brushing against my lips.
I’ve never done this before, but the sight of him like this, so aroused, so close, makes me want to try. I lick my lips instinctively.
“Open your mouth for me, baby,” he says, voice low and commanding.
I obey, parting my lips. He guides the head of his cock into my mouth, slow and careful. At first it feels strange, thick, hot, heavy on my tongue.
And then I start to swirl my tongue around him, tasting the salty bead of precum.
“That’s it, baby… just like that. Use your tongue.”
He groans deeply, the sound vibrating through me. He starts to move, shallow thrusts at first, letting me get used to the feel of him. I hollow my cheeks, sucking gently, and his hips jerk.
“Fuck… your mouth feels so good,” he rasps, one hand gently fisting my hair. “So warm. So wet. You should see yourself. You look so pretty with my cock between your lips.”
The filthy words send a rush of heat between my legs. I moan around him, taking him a little deeper, my tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft.
His breathing grows ragged, his thrusts a little faster but still controlled. I can feel him throbbing against my tongue, growing even harder.
And the he pulls out suddenly with a groan, breathing hard, eyes wild with lust.
“Not yet,” he says, voice strained. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
He kisses me again, deep and hungry, tasting himself on my tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, but he pulls back from the kiss with a low groan, eyes dark with hunger.
“I need to taste you,” he rasps.
Before I can respond, he turns around, positioning himself above me in a 69. His thick, hard cock hangs heavy near my mouth while his face is buried between my thighs.
The moment his tongue licks a long, slow stripe up my soaked folds, I moan loudly around him.
I take him back into my mouth, sucking him as best I can while he devours me. The sensation is overwhelming, his tongue circling my clit, his fingers pushing inside me, while I try to focus on pleasuring him.
Every lick, every suck, every thrust of his fingers sends sparks through my entire body. I lose my rhythm, moaning around his cock as he eats me out with ruthless skill.
The pleasure builds fast and intense. My legs start to shake. I cry out around him, my hips bucking against his face as I come hard, clamping my thighs around his head, my body jerking uncontrollably.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking me through it, gentler now but still relentless, drawing out every last pulse until I’m a trembling, oversensitive mess.
Then he moves again, turning around so we’re face to face. He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his tongue, just as he can taste himself on mine.
The mix of our flavors is filthy and intoxicating. I moan into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
His hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down my sides, gripping my hips. Every touch feels like gasoline on fire. I’m burning for him. I want him so badly I can barely think.
“Please,” I beg against his lips, voice broken. “I need you inside me. Please, Maxim…”
He groans, the sound raw and desperate, as he positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging my entrance.
But instead of giving me what I begged for, Maxim teases me mercilessly.
He rubs the thick, blunt head of his cock up and down my soaked folds, pressing just enough to part me, to make me think he’s finally going to push inside. Then he pulls back, leaving me empty and aching.
He does it again and again, slow, deliberate, maddening. Every time the tip nudges my entrance, my hips jerk up desperately, trying to take him in. And soon, I realize he's trying to punish me for not telling him about the gun.
“Please,” I sob, tears of frustration slipping down my cheeks. “Maxim, please… I’m sorry. I won’t lie to you again. Just fuck me. I need you inside me.”
He leans down, lips brushing my ear, voice dark and filthy. “So you agree you lied?”
I don't, but at this point I'd agree to anything. So I nod. “Yes…”
He hums. “You want this cock so badly, don’t you? Look at you… dripping all over my dick, begging like a desperate little slut. This greedy pussy is clenching around nothing, dying to be filled.”
He keeps teasing, sliding the head over my swollen clit, then back down to my entrance, dipping just the tip inside before pulling out again. I’m shaking, hips bucking wildly, completely lost to the need.
Finally, he slams into me in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
We both groan loudly, eyes locked. The stretch is intense, the fullness overwhelming. He doesn’t move for a second, letting me feel every thick inch of him deep inside me.
Then his hand comes up to wrap around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse race under his palm.
He starts fucking me hard. Deep, brutal thrusts that make the bed creak and my breasts bounce with every slam. He’s not holding back anymore. This is the real Maxim. Raw, dominant, almost feral.
“Fuck, this tight little cunt feels so good,” he growls, slamming into me harder. “So wet. So fucking perfect. You’re taking every inch like you were made for my cock. Such a good girl for me.”
I moan loudly, my hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in. The pressure on my throat, the way he’s pounding into me, the filthy words, it’s all too much. Pleasure coils tight in my belly.
He squeezes my throat a little tighter, eyes locked on mine. “Come for me baby.”
I shatter with a broken cry, my orgasm crashing over me so hard my vision whites out. My walls clamp down around him, pulsing, drawing him deeper.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, harder, deeper.
“You’re going to come again,” he demands, voice strained. “Give me another one. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock one more time.”
I shake my head, oversensitive, but he doesn’t relent. His hand stays on my throat, his hips slamming into me, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles. The pleasure builds again, impossibly fast.
“Come,” he growls. “Now.”
I come again with a shattered sob, my body shaking violently beneath him. Only then does he let go, burying himself deep as he comes hard with a guttural groan, filling me with pulse after pulse of his hot release.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. He kisses me softly, almost tenderly, as we come down.
I’m completely his now.
And I don’t want it any other way.
We’re both breathing hard, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat. Then he gently pulls out and collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms.
After a few minutes, he gets up and disappears into the bathroom. I hear water running. He returns with a warm, wet towel and carefully cleans between my thighs, his touch tender.
“Are you sore?” he asks softly, concern in his voice. “Was I too rough?”
I shake my head, smiling sleepily. “No… I liked it. A lot.”
He finishes cleaning me, then scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom. He’s already run a bath with lavender oil.
The scent is soothing. He lowers us both into the warm water, holding me against his chest as he gently washes my body and then my hair.
I drift in and out of sleep in his arms, hearing him murmur sweet nothings, telling me that this is the best part of the wedding night for him.
When he’s done, he dries me off, carries me back to the bed, and pulls me into his arms. I fall asleep curled against his chest, his heartbeat steady under my ear.