Maddox groaned. He fisted his cock, and I parted my lips. His eyes flared darker, and he forced his length into the wet heat of my mouth and down my throat. I gagged, tears burning the back of my eyes. My nose tingled, as I tried to breathe and take all of him.
This position was different. I was completely vulnerable to Maddox, and it seemed to feed that thunderous beast in him.
I couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t breathe.
Maddox grunted, as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I closed my lips around his length. He throbbed inside my mouth. I clenched my thighs tighter, feeling the insistent pulse between them. My cheeks hollowed, as I sucked him.
He shuddered, the veins in his neck bulged, and I felt incredibly… powerful. Even though he was dominating me.
His hot shaft jerked in my mouth, as I used my tongue on his thick, hard length.
There was need in his eyes.
A frantic look on his face.
His hand curled around my neck, and his fingers brushed along my throat, feeling his hard cock, as I deepthroated him. I gagged when he pushed deeper and then gasped when he pulled out, without warning. He fisted his hardness, and with a grunt, he released all over my neck, my mouth and my chest.
I licked my lips, tasting him.
He swore. “Fuck.”
I grinned, lost in this euphoria. Drunk and addicted to him. Long ago, I plummeted head first into love and lust with Maddox. Tonight was proof of how much I craved him.
“I made you dirty,” he growled, his voice rusty and gruff.
This was everything depraved. This was carnage. This was our mad, mad love. Ugly and beautiful. Desperate and passionate.
I reached out, curled my arms around his shoulders, and pulled him down to my lips. I kissed him with a violence of my own. I spread my thighs, and Maddox settled between them. I could feel him, rubbing his tip over my wet folds. My hips raised, chasing more of his teasing touch.
When I pulled away a little, our lips still lingered against each other. His minty breath mingled with mine, and I found myself smiling at the familiarity. My lips feathered over his jaw, before I licked a small path down his neck. His weakness, I knew that.
Maddox released a hiss, and his body tightened at the same time I licked his prominent Adam’s apple. His throat moved, as he swallowed hard. “Lila...”
I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around his dick, pushing him inside of me. Where I wanted him. Where I needed him. My heated core clenched, and I whimpered, as he slowly filled me.
His nose flared.
His jaw twitched.
His body shuddered.
I moaned.
He grunted.
I whimpered.
He growled.
I dug my fingers into his chest, right over his pounding heart. “Maddox–”
His hips jerked against mine, and I didn’t finish my sentence. My mind went blank, and a desperate moan slipped from me.
Maddox bit down on my lip, leaving a painful sting behind, as his hand circled around my throat. He thrust hard inside, stretching me with every thick inch of him. “Take it like a good girl,” he said, in a low and guttural voice. I clenched around him in response.
“Fuck,” he grunted in my ear. “Just like that, Baby. Squeeze me good and let me fuck you like I need to. Like you want me to. Your pussy is goddamn therapeutic, Lila.”
My eyes fluttered shut, as he pulled out and thrust back in, just as hard. There was nothing gentle or sweet about this. Maddox was using me, desperately chasing his release through my body, ridding himself of that pent-up anger inside of him... through ????.
Maddox Coulter was my hell and my haven.
He killed me.
I killed him.
We were the cure and the plague.
The poison and the antidote.
Maddox’s hands slid behind me, cupping my ass, as he raised my hips into the air. He found his stride, and, in this position, his shaft hit every sweet spot inside me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. My nails dug deeper into his chest, permanently marking myself into his flesh.
His lips smashed into mine, when I came with a cry. Maddox muffled any sounds I made, and he groaned into my mouth, as he found his own release.
He collapsed onto me, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Our breaths came out harsh, and we fought to regain our equilibrium. His heart thundered against mine, and I wanted to weep. For all the days we had lost. Because we had been so stupid.
“Maddox.”
“Shh, Lila.”
“Don’t leave,” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath. “Please.”
His hips flexed, and I felt his semi-hardness inside me. “I’m not. Not yet.”
Maddox buried his head into my neck, and I felt his lips on my throat. A brief kiss. A whisper of his lips. He rubbed his nose against my throat, with such tenderness, it brought tears to my eyes.