Chapter Seventeen
Olivia
I’d read all the books, and considered myself a certified smut expert.
Maximus had shown me there was a difference between knowledge and experience, and his cock definitely knew how to do things to my lady bits that my books had not prepared me for. Our bedroom had the undeniable scent of sex, something that I had never encountered before, but now understood.
Maximus tended to prowl around the apartment in his tight boxer briefs when he thought I was sleeping, barking out orders or speaking in rapid Italian. I could follow some of the Italian if it was spoken slowly, but his accent was a staccato beat that confused me.
He reminded me of an apex predator who dominated those around him with a heady masculine energy. Maximus didn’t need to tell anyone he was in charge, his aura radiated it with every movement.
I rolled onto my back, stretching my limbs to remove the languidness of sleep. His gaze moved to me in the window as he continued talking, and I deliberately arched my spine, pulling my legs up, and rolling toward the door to leave my ass exposed.
I had never considered myself a sexual creature, but Maximus had transformed me, awakening a sensuality which craved his touch. His fingertips caressed the skin of my hips, responding to my movements on the bed, making me smile that I had been able to draw him to me.
“You’re going to wear my dick out,” Maximus said, kissing the side of my throat, sending shivers down to my core.
“He doesn’t seem to be complaining,” I replied, canting my head to the side to allow him to kiss down my throat, my leg rubbing his as his cock hardened against my ass.
We’d barely left the apartment for three days, and I was sore in all the right places, muscles I never knew existed stretched and exercised.
Maximus’ hand slide around to cup my breast, grinding his pelvis against my ass. “You’re becoming very needy,” he said, gently pinching my nipple.
I moaned, that familiar tension building between my legs. “I need you,” I said, my breath catching when his hand left my breast to slip between my legs, lifting my right thigh to place my leg over his, widening me.
“You should be careful what you ask for, Angel,” he said, his fingers moving rhythmically over my clit. “No one should ever invite the devil into their bed to dance with them.”
“What about inviting my husband into my bed?” I gasped, my flesh already too sensitive from the sexathon over the past few days.
“And if your husband is the devil?”
He was determined to think the worst of himself, and yet he had been the only person to ever protect me.
“The devil has horns and a pointed tail,” I replied, trying to turn my head around to see him, but Maximus rubbed his forehead against my cheek, stopping me.
“I’ve heard that the devil tends to wear Prada.” He kissed my throat again. “Or at the very least a designer suit.” He thrust against my ass, his long length rubbing between my lower lips.
“Maybe you’re not the devil but a warlock,” I said, reaching back to grasp his hip. “I doubt the devil could cast a spell that makes me want sex twenty times a day. Is that your wand poking into me?”
His chuckle vibrated against my skin. “That’s one name for him, and he promises to make you see stars.”
My lips pursed together to stop from smiling. This was a side of Maximus that the rest of the world didn’t get to see, and I loved that these moments belonged to me.
“Hmmm,” I hummed as he moved his hips back and forward to give me the best type of massage.
I had convinced myself that I didn’t need physical attachment to another, that I could live a life filled with charity work and society. It had all been a lie from the first moment I felt Maximus’ touch. Every single person had their own kryptonite, and he was mine.
From the moment I walked into that corridor ten years ago, he became the chink in my armour. That had now become a gaping hole that led all the way to my heart.
“You seem to becoming an addiction,” Maximus said against my throat. “I can’t seem to be able to quench my thirst of you.” He created an erotic trail on the delicate skin behind my ear with the tip of his tongue.
Without warning, he elevated my leg, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my thigh, and speared deep into my core. My back arced at the violent entry, nothing preparing me for that initial stretch at this angle.
“Are you trying to destroy me?” I gasped, my hand grasping his on my thigh.
“Oh no, Livvie. I’m making sure you know who owns you.” His teeth grazed my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. “Imprint myself on you until every piece of you screams my name.”
He was certainly doing that right now with his cock embedded in me and his body covering mine. I didn’t know where he ended and I began.
“I did join my life to yours when I said I do,” I said, my eyes closing as his hips moved back and thrust forward again.
“You have no idea what you did when you said those words,” Maximus said against my ear. “I would happily kill anyone who touches you.”
“You already have, Max. You killed those men who wanted to take me.”
“Baby, that’s nothing to what I would do to them today.” He kissed where my shoulder met my throat, his hand slipping around to splay across my stomach. “No one touches what is mine.”
His tone possessed a raw quality that pierced deep into me.
My eyes flew open, and I noticed him watching my reactions in the full length mirror on the other side of the room.
I had never witnessed anyone having sex, never mind myself.
There was something erotic about lying here with Maximus inside me, watching us.
He drew his hips back, his thrust back into me brutal with its intensity, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the image of us in that mirror.
Maximus met my stare, and there was something deeper than intimacy, a connection that I didn’t know could exist between two people.
Maximus surrounded me, his energy encompassing me until I was completely at his mercy.
His tempo increased, his body forcing mine forward, my expression changing as I began to fall apart as he controlled my body. My mouth fell open and my eyes tried to close as I lost myself to the moment.
“Open your eyes,” Maximus commanded. “I want you to watch yourself as you climax on my dick.” His tone made me obey him, his eyes locked on mine as he continued to move inside me.
“Fuck!” I muttered when his fingers found my clit, the sensation jolting my body back into his.
“Good?” Maximus asked.
“You have no idea,” I replied. “I swear there is magic in your fingers when you touch me.”
He continued to rub my clit as he thrust in and dragged out, leaving me breathless while my head spun as I began to spiral out of control.
There was something about the way those four little silver balls rubbed inside me that made me purse my lips together.
He had been right, they were made for pleasure.
“Max!” I gasped, tiny spasms twitching my body. “Please!”
His teeth grazed my shoulder again, this time digging deeper, and I swear that motion echoed all the way down my body to where his cock throbbed between my legs.
He knew my every reaction, had watched me intensely every time we had sex, learning what made me explode. His touch had the ability to stoke a fire deep in me, the heat leaving perspiration on my skin and goosebumps to rise.
Another shockwave rippled through my stomach, my muscles clamping around the thick girth of Maximus’ cock. My neck stretched back, my thighs trembling, and my pulse hammering in my ears.
His hips moved in short, rapid thrusts, rubbing against that magical spot inside me that I had only read about prior to Maximus.
The world pulsed around me, my vision going out of focus, and my body spasming as an orgasm crested over me.
The friction of his rapid thrusts left me panting, my hand gripping the bedsheet as I screamed my release.
Maximus pushed me forward, his thrusts powerful and deep in pursuit of his own release. My body was on fire, my stomach contracting as pleasure rippled through every part of me, while my muscles and neurons celebrated Maximus’ sensual abilities.
We collapsed together in a heap of sated limbs, both breathing heavily.
“How do you manage to do that to me every time?” I asked, threading my fingers through his.
“Maybe we fit together just right,” Maximus replied, his lips brushing my shoulder.
We lay together until my body cooled and I began to fidget since his weight was half on top of me. My thighs trembled when he pulled out of me, and his cum seeped from my core.
“Why does sex have to be so mucky?” I muttered, rolling onto my back to stare at the ceiling.
Maximus rolled on top of me, his face appearing directly above mine. “Do you remember when you were a child and there was a buffet filled with all sorts of food?”
“Mmm.” I had no idea where he was going with this analogy.
“Sometimes there was dry and nasty cake, but the very best and flavourful food was moist and mucky, and made a mess of your clothes.” His hand grasped my hip in a possessive gesture I had come to recognise.
“Are you saying that sex is a good dessert?” I asked.
“I’m saying sex can be dry and stale, good sex is like food that is worth the calories, but great sex between the right people transcends the physical, and is mucky in all the right ways because our bodies lost control.”
“You make it almost sound romantic,” I teased.
“Romance is overrated,” Maximus retaliated. “I much prefer dominance and violence. It lets people know where they stand.”
“I supposed if you were dressed in leather cuffs with a butt plug up your ass, you would definitely know where you stand as I doubt you could sit.” The thought of anything up my ass terrified me - what if it got lost up there?