Chapter 28 #3
Even he was caught off guard, a smirk tilting his lips. “Whatever you want,” he murmured as he pulled himself out his pants, stroking his already-hard length once with a hand. He lifted his fingers to my mouth, and I sucked them clean until the taste of him hit the back of my throat.
“Beautiful,” he praised. “You still want this?”
I nodded, moaning at the feel of him over my tongue. “I want you, Maxence. All of you. All you’ll give me.”
A strangled breath squeezed out of him. The hand at my mouth passed roughly down my body, tracing the path of my curves. “I could touch you forever,” he murmured. “I love how you feel. How you’re both soft and strong.”
I could only sigh, because his free hand quickly went to my waist. As soon as he anchored me against the metal pillar, he pressed himself into me—just an inch or so at first, but I gasped at the penetration.
Whatever sound flew from my lips encouraged him to push deeper.
I lifted my hips to accommodate him, to feel him sink against the place that sent my spine arching.
My toes barely skimmed the floor as he supported most of my weight in his hands and his hips.
“Bloody Architect,” he groaned, along with a list of other obscenities muttered beneath his breath.
I could only hold tight to the pole, keeping myself steady while he shoved his hips with a rapturing force, a perfect pressure, a speed that had my back arching and my heart struggling to keep up.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and it was all I could do to hold on to him.
“What am I doing?” Max spoke in a timbre much deeper than I was used to. The hand around my wrist pinched the cuffs, and before I knew it, they broke free.
“Max, you don’t—” I started.
He covered my mouth with a warm palm, still buried inside me, while he paused his thrusts. “You’ve given me everything. Your trust. Your body. Your faith. The least I can do is let you have me. All of me.”
My fingers fell from the pole above my head and rested on the crest of his shoulders. “You’re sure? I can touch you?”
He nodded. “My body is your shield, your source of comfort, protection, and pleasure. If you want to touch me, Nina, touch me.”
I rocked on his cock, holding onto the broad planes of his chest while he held me around his waist. He moved us to a nearby wall, pressing my back into the brick. The angle allowed me to fuck him easier, take control of the speed and motion, showing him where I needed him to hit.
A full-body shudder rolled through his form. He smashed a hand against the wall, cursing. “Fucking hell, Nina.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and as I did, my fingers skimmed his upper spine. His skin twitched beneath my touch. “Stay with me,” I beseeched him. “Eyes on me, Maxence.”
He pressed his forehead against mine, staring hard into my eyes to focus on our connection, all while pushing himself deeper. He hit a spot that made my legs weak around his waist and sent my fingers digging into the scarred skin of his back.
“That feels… good,” he whispered. I didn’t know if he was referring to my hands or my hips, but I gave him more of each. Running my fingers across the ridges of his scars to massage his knotted skin, to dig my nails into his flesh as he pounded me senseless, wordless, breathless.
My nails dug deeper, scraping his skin as he pushed me higher, until I couldn’t breathe, and the pressure coiling within my hips was almost too much to bear.
“God, Max. Please,” I begged him.
He picked up his pace, slamming into me with such force that my bare back scratched against the brick. I didn’t mind, though. Hardly felt the texture cut into my skin when the best sensations of my life were at the ends of my fingertips, the place he split my legs apart.
Max lost more control the closer he pushed, the tighter we both coiled. I cried out, digging my nails into his back as his cock found my favorite spot again. He broke first, shuddering inside me as I clenched around him.
Everything shattered. The world outside of his arms was lost to oblivion as all the pressure in my hips unfurled at once in an overwhelming surge of perfect pleasure. Max smothered the sound of his name coming off my lips with a ravenous kiss, swallowing my broken cry.
He drew out every last second of my high until I went limp from exhaustion. He held me when my legs failed, still balancing me over his hips. Max combed my wet hair out of my face to stare into my eyes. He held me there for a long time—searching for something.
When I finally caught my breath, he let me stand on my feet, but his hands grabbed my forearms to inspect my wrists in the failing light. The sprinklers had finally shut off—probably the pump had run out of water. Max’s skin glistened in the gas lamp’s glow.
“Are you alright?”
“Never better.” I breathed the words as my voice still shook.
“Me, too,” he whispered as he kissed each wrist reverently. “I’m not sure if there is any kind of divine influence over this world, but I feel made for you, Nina. Like something in my code was crafted just for you to read.”
“I’m glad you finally let me see you, then,” I told him. “You’re perfect, Maxence. Every part of you.”
He shook his head, still disbelieving. “Maybe not perfect, but I want to be, for you.”