Chapter Thirty-One #2
As I come down, my eyes droop impossibly low, and it becomes harder to stay awake. I want to fight the drug, but as Elysian drags me under, I find that battling it is moot. And I don’t think I have the strength.
“Shhh,” Maddox shushes me softly as he rises over me. “Sleep, Songbird. You’ll still feel me. I’ll make sure of it.”
His words are honeyed and sweet, but I want to be awake for this. I watch through half-hooded eyes as he undoes his belt with expert hands. It’s erotic for him to still be fully dressed while I lie here with my breasts bared and my dress bunched up near my hips.
As his cock springs free of his boxer-briefs, my brows rise.
Holy shit.
He’s long and thick, and I can’t faintly make out the veins that line the underside of it. He uses his hand that’s still glistening with my release to lube himself, rubbing my wetness all over the bulbous head as his wrist flicks.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dick that big…
My partners have been impressive, but nothing close to this. I once heard the saying “watch out for the quiet ones,” and it’s one hundred percent true.
“Don’t be scared, Songbird.” He tilts his head, the red mask glowing down at me. “I’m going to stretch this perfect pussy until I fit.”
Oh…
That’s…something.
I swallow, nodding despite my consciousness slipping.
I hold out on sleep as I feel him notch himself at my entrance.
He rubs the head of his cock up my clothed folds, teasing me before using a thumb to yank my panties to the side.
He lets his head rest back against his shoulders as I take the first inch of him.
I gasp at the stretch before my teeth dig into my bottom lip. The burn is welcoming, because I know it will quickly melt away into something pleasurable.
He coos from above, whispering soothing words as he sinks into me until I take all of him. When his hips mesh with mine, I have to remind myself to breathe.
I feel deliciously full, and the burn is slowly subsiding as my body adjusts. It’s so good, and I’m slipping.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” Maddox shudders against my neck.
“I’m going to break you, Songbird, and then rebuild you in my image.
You’ll only know bliss in this state. I’ll make you crave sleep like you need fucking air.
” I moan as he moves over me, dragging his hips back before slamming into me and knocking the air from my lungs.
His fingers curl around my jaw as he controls my head and presses his forehead to my temple.
“You’ll dream of me, Rosalie. Every. Fucking. Night.”
With every punctuation of his words, he rocks forward with a punishing rhythm that sends me a little up the bed. It’s all too much, and I’m going to tip right over the edge.
“Shh,” He rasps, shushing my whimpers. “Go to sleep, pretty girl. Let me show you Elysian.”
I don’t know how I manage to close my eyes past the pleasure, but the drug is working a little too well as I drift.
Even in my state, I can feel everything—the rocking of Maddox over me, the gentle way he caresses and touches me with timid hands, and the building serenity that threatens to burst within me.
White-hot lust is what jolts me awake moments later, making my toes curl as a garbled moan slips from my parted lips.
Maddox’s mouth crashes over mine, and he swallows my sounds as my vision goes dark.
I’m slow to recover, the drug and my release making me melt into the mattress. There’s still that feeling of wanting to move, but I can’t. It’s the best kind of torture.
“Come back to me,” Maddox grins. “My perfect girl.”
His praise causes heat to flame my cheeks, and I weakly protest as he flips me over. I can’t do much to catch myself as I turn my cheek and press it to the plushness below me.
“Don’t fight,” he muses as he covers me again. “You’re fucking adorable when you try to get away from me.”
This goes on all through the night. I experience mind-numbing bliss as I filter in and out of sleep. Every flash of Maddox I get is gentle and sweet. He moves me around like a ragdoll, putting me in positions as he takes both of our pleasure.
As the early morning light shines through my bedroom’s balcony, I peel my eyes open.
Maddox’s bare chest rises and falls against my cheek, and my arm is draped over him.
The mask is hanging half off of his face as he sleeps, and as I shift to get a better look at him, the—evidence—of our night causes my thighs to stick together.
Oh…
That’s messy. I need to wash these sheets now.
Maddox groans, turning his head as he lifts a hand to my bicep. He gives me a coy smile. “Good morning…”
I find myself grinning along with him as I rest my chin over his chest. “Good morning.”
We both chuckle, basking in our lazy morning as we make small talk. Getting along with Maddox is easy and fun. He’s quiet, always listening and offering his honest opinion.
Even as I perch on the edge of the bed, he’s silent as he grabs my glucose monitor and test strips. He holds a hand out to me, and I lift a brow.
“Checking my sugar?” I muse as I place my palm over his rougher one.
He seems bashful as he pricks my finger and collects the blood. “I checked it around one this morning, but I want to be sure…”
I didn’t even feel him do that…
Heat uncurls in my chest, spreading down my limbs as appreciation and wonder blossom in me. He’s so different from when we were teenagers.
If anyone told me I would be sitting in my bedroom, my hair ruffled and mussed from some of the best sex I’ve ever had, as Maddox checks my blood sugar, I would have laughed in their face. This dynamic we’re creating is giving me mental whiplash, and I don’t hate it…
I’ve never been doted on. Sure, Charlie and her family worry about me, but Maddox is another story. He’s gentle with me, and it makes everything so bittersweet.
Where was this when I craved it?
And why do I feel like this with him when I couldn’t with any other relationship I’ve ever had?
It’s confusing, but I can’t help that I’m falling at an alarming rate for this new and improved version of him. The army really did change him, and it has me wondering…
Have they all changed?
The monitor blinks, and Maddox frowns. “Seventy-five. Let’s get you some breakfast.”
He puts everything aside, taking my hand as he intertwines our fingers. It’s sickly sweet, and I nearly swoon as he leads me down the stairs. I don’t even think of how we must look with my wrinkled nightie and his boxer-briefs as he guides me into the kitchen.
He pulls out a chair at my island, motioning for me to sit as he takes some eggs and bacon out of the fridge.
I watch him, my chin propped in my hand as his beautiful, inked back flexes with his movements.
He really is eye candy—tan skin, perfectly sculpted muscles, and that shaggy, dark hair that falls effortlessly into his eyes.
Those perfect flashes of last night flicker across my mind, and I’m smiling absently as I stare at him.
The illusion bursts a few moments later when Kairo wanders into the kitchen. He’s dressed in only a pair of loose black shorts as his bare chest glistens with sweat from his morning jog. He removes one of his headphones, his wide eyes bouncing between Maddox and me as he stops in the entrance.
Maddox slides me a mug of coffee and some Splenda with a secretive grin and a panty-melting wink. I take it, hiding my smile behind the rim of my cup.
He returns to the stove, flipping an omelet as Kairo pats his shoulder hard. “I know that look. You two—”
Maddox plants a hand over the blonde’s mouth, shoving him away before he can finish his sentence. Roman stomps into the kitchen, his eyes tired as he cracks his neck and corners the coffee pot. He doesn’t notice the scene until he turns and blinks at me.
“They fucked,” Kairo’s loud mouth says as he steals a piece of bacon off a plate.
“I see that,” Roman mumbles into his cup.
I hum. “Is that jealousy I hear?”
“It is!” Kairo throws his head back, laughing before bending forward and placing his hands on his knees as he chases Roman’s eyes. “Oh, you wish that was you, huh?” He guffaws when his friend only deadpans at him.
Kairo wipes a stray tear as Roman walks around the counter and plops down beside me. He sighs into his cup, ignoring me as I smirk at him.
“Do you have a thing for fucking people while they sleep?” I ask, genuinely curious.
Roman scowls. “No.” His head swivels to me. “Did he…”
I nod.
Kairo’s mouth falls open before he turns and smacks Maddox upside the head. “Seriously? You just couldn’t fucking help yourself.”
Roman looks like he’s going to explode with anger before I step in. “I liked it! And I consented!”
They all turn to me, and I scrub a hand across my mouth. This can’t get any more embarrassing. My cheeks heat, and I want to bury my face.
“Huh…” Kairo trails. “That’s a first…”
“What?” I ask, my eyes bouncing around to all three of them.
Roman’s brows lift as he takes another sip of his coffee. “Do you want me to tell her?”
Maddox closes his eyes before grabbing the plates of food and sliding them onto the island. Everyone sits, and I wait patiently for someone to tell me something.
“It was a few years back,” Maddox begins as he puts a few bacon strips and an omelette on my plate.
“Right before we got out of the service. I met a woman, and we hit it off. She knew about my somnophilia and kept pushing me to try it with her. Something felt off about the whole thing, and it turns out I was right. She tried to claim I had taken advantage of her. The only thing that saved me was that she had exchanged text messages with her friends about her plans. If it weren’t for that… ”
Oh shit.
He would have had a record if those messages weren’t there.
I slide my hand across the table, resting my fingers over his. “I would never do that, Maddox. I’m sorry you went through that…”
He holds my hand, the corner of his lips quirking. “Did you really like it?”
I motion to myself, “Do you see me? Thoroughly fucked and satisfied.”
He chuckles, playing with our fingers.
“We all have our vices…” Kairo trails, taking a bite of his bacon.
I lift a brow, glancing between Roman and the blonde. “You too?”
Roman’s mouth screws up as he slashes a hand, trying to dismiss the conversation. “That’s enough of this. I have work.”
“We work for the same person,” Kairo snorts. “She’s very demanding.”
I kick him under the table, making him hiss as more curiosity stirs inside of me. I’ve become increasingly interested in knowing more about these three. I have the perfect opportunity in front of me, and I fully plan to crack them.