Chapter Six
Spread out across the silken white sheets with her dark curls spilling across the pillows, Sofia reminded Maxim of a goddess. Her gaze lingered on the silken black fabric in his hand.
When they entered the suite, Sofia looked like a cornered and frightened hare, ready to flee any moment. The tides quickly turned, and the passionate woman on the bed seemed like a different person entirely.
“Scoot upward. Hold out your hands,” Maxim ordered. He was secretly pleased she did as he asked without question.
The rise and fall of her chest told Maxim she was uncertain about what he was doing, but despite that all, she trusted him without question. There was no reason to, yet she offered all of herself freely. Possessive want filled Maxim.
Maxim, of all people, understood how fragile trust was—easy to lose but hard to earn back.
“We already made our wedding vows earlier, but I’ll make you a new promise,” Maxim said, looping the black fabric around her wrists.
The black silk was a sharp contrast to her pale and creamy skin. Maxim made sure the fabric restrained movement but was loose enough that it didn’t cut circulation.
“What promise?” Sofia asked, her gorgeous breasts heaving.
The bite mark Maxim made earlier stood out against her neck.
“You’re mine to keep, but you’re also mine to protect.”
Maxim positioned himself on top of her, resting his arms on either side of her head.
Covering her mouth with his, Maxim kissed her slowly and tenderly, taking his time. He wanted Sofia to know that he wasn’t just made up of jagged edges.
After letting her mouth go, Maxim planted more kisses down the side of her neck. He sucked the skin under her collarbones before lavishing attention on her rounded breasts. He paused, resting his hand between the crevice of her legs. She whimpered when Maxim traced her slick pussy lips with his fingers.
“Anyone who so much as looks as you wrong has to answer to me,” Maxim said.
“Maxim,” she uttered.
“Yes, dear wife?” Maxim asked.
“Fuck me already.”
Those crude words caught Maxim off-guard for a few seconds, but he quickly recovered. He hefted her legs over his shoulders.
Guiding his cock to her entrance, Maxim slipped in, not bothering with a condom. They had tested themselves two weeks before and both of them were clean.
He didn’t want a thin latex getting in the way. Sofia would take his seed and bear him a child. A child Maxim had dreamed of having. A strange dream for a monster, he knew. Still, Maxim wanted one badly, if only to prove to himself that he would do a better job than his father.
Sofia gasped as Maxim sank the first few inches inside her. She might be wet and ready for him, but she was also so wonderfully tight.
Not a virgin, but from what little her father told him, it didn’t appear Sofia had many lovers in the past. That knowledge pleased Maxim a great deal.
“Maxim,” she murmured, her voice a plea.
Maxim kissed her again, rough and hungry. Then he rode her. Maxim started with slow and careful strokes at first. Moans and whimpers spilled from her sweet lips, lips that were still swollen from his earlier kisses.
Sofia started meeting him for every push, lifting her hips each time Maxim slammed into her. He picked up the pace, going faster and deeper with each turn. She gasped when he changed the angle of his thrusts. Maxim finally found her G-spot.
Her eyes grew wide. Sofia arched her back, breasts heaving as Maxim brushed against that special place repeatedly.
It didn’t take long before she came. The next time Maxim sheathed himself inside her, Sofia came, screaming his name.
Every muscle in his body tensed. Maxim’s balls tightened against his body. On the heels of her climax, his followed. The room blurred. As he drove deep inside her one last time, the pressure building inside him burst. He emptied his seed inside her, panting, and didn’t pull out right away.
His mouth sought hers, and he savored the sweetness that exploded on his tongue.