8. MADDOX #3
My fingers trail up her waist, skimming over her skin, and seeing the goose bumps pebbling her body, I can tell she’s not entirely unaffected by my touch.
“You want to know how bad I want you?” I ask.
“Bad enough that I haven’t been able to think about anything else since the second I felt the way this tight little cunt squeezed my cock.
I have done nothing but breathe, eat, and sleep you.
I’ve jerked my cock raw picturing you riding me, Savage. ”
Her hand brushes my waist, slipping beneath my shirt and skimming over my abs. “That bad, huh?”
“You haven’t heard the worst of it yet.”
“Oh yeah?”
I grin, pulling her harder against me. “I’ve replayed every smartass comment that came out of your mouth, every look you gave me. I’ve fantasized about you touching yourself while remembering how I felt inside you. Baby, I’ve got it bad.”
“You really want me that bad?”
I nod.
The slightest twitch hits her lips, and she pushes me back until my ass hits the edge of the couch. Then wanting to see what she’s got in store for me, I sit on the edge, my fingers itching to reach for her.
Lyra reaches up, her hand twisting around the back of her neck and she tilts her head to the side, her eyes closed as she lets out a breath. Her hand comes back down, sweeping through the center of her full tits as a soft moan slips from her lips. “You want to touch me here?”
I nod again, completely mesmerized as I track her every move. “Mm-hmm.”
“What about here?” she murmurs, her hand falling to her hip and brushing over her toned waist.
I bite down on my lip, trying to control myself. “You know I do.”
She sucks in a breath as she watches me through hooded eyes, her hand slipping inside the front of her pants. “And here?”
“Fuck.”
I watch the outline of her hand, skimming over her pubic bone before trailing lower between her thighs, until she’s pushing up. Her chest rises, her back arching just a little, and as her fingers start to move, her cheeks slowly begin turning the sweetest shade of pink.
Her other hand skims over her body, gently squeezing and drawing the slightest whimper out of her.
I’m fucking dead. This woman has me in a damn chokehold and I quickly realize that there isn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do just to be near her. I’m a goner.
My hands ball into fists, and I clench my jaw, my cock rock hard in my pants. “Savage.”
She catches her breath as she leans heavily against the kitchen island, needing its support to keep her upright.
She cuts the show short and slowly pulls her fingers free.
I watch her every move, and as her hand slips out of her pants, her fingers glistening with her wetness, she eats up the space between us, taking three small steps until she stands right before me.
Lyra lifts her wet fingers to my lips, and I welcome them as she pushes them inside my mouth. I eagerly suck them dry, that sweet taste doing wicked things to me. She watches me intently. “You always this easy, Maddox Blake?”
Her fingers fall from my mouth, and I grasp her chin. “Only for violently beautiful women who have the potential to destroy me.”
A smirk cuts across those full lips, her eyes shining with raw hunger when she leans in, her lips barely brushing mine. And then she stops and meets my feral stare.
“Then get on your knees and beg for it.”
Everything stops.
My heart. My soul. My whole fucking world. They fall to her feet right along with my knees, crumbling against the hardwood floor as I stare up at her like she’s my goddamn savior. And judging by the wicked curve of her mouth, she knows it.
There’s no choice here, no kind of ability I possess to be able to resist her. It’s as though I’m under some type of compulsion. Whatever she says, whatever she wants or needs, I will give it without question.
I’m royally fucked.
Lyra studies me for a moment, having complete control, and without a doubt, I know this is far more dangerous than any fight I’ve ever been in. “Tell me,” she purrs, those green, dazzling eyes hooded with lust. “What do you want?”
I stare up at her, taking in her slender waist, her tight tank, the curve of her breasts, her wavy golden hair that’s been thrown up into a messy bun, and my mouth goes dry. I’ve never wanted anything so bad.
“Answer the question, Blake.”
Fuck me.
I drag in a breath and shake my head, in complete disbelief that such a woman could even exist. Then I grin, because if I’m going down, I’m doing it right.
“I want to watch you, Savage. I want you spread out before me, and I want to see the way you fuck yourself. I want to watch your cheeks turn pink and hear the little gasp in your breath right before you come. I want you to push yourself to your limits until you’re the one on your knees begging for me because you know that nothing you do is ever going to be as good as when I’m inside you.
I want you begging for my cock, Savage. I want you desperate for me like I am for you. ”
She steps into me, and I grasp the back of her thighs as her fingers push through my hair, grabbing a fistful and pushing back until my eyes lock onto her. “You want to watch me fuck myself?”
“More than you will ever know.”
Lyra smiles, and it’s beautifully cruel, as though knowing she has the power to dismantle my dignity one word at a time, and damn it, I’d let her just to be in her presence. “Then what are you waiting for?” she challenges. “Take me to your bed and make me beg.”