If it’s not complete, then it’s not satisfying.
“You said you submit to people,” I say, my gaze locked onto hers, not wanting to miss any of her reactions. “You’re willing to give me your body; that much is clear. But your mind?” I shake my head and lightly pinch her clit at the same time. She gives a lusty moan, and I know that cost her a bit of pride. “Your mind is hidden from me, and the barrier around it is formidable. Is insanity what keeps you protected? Or intelligence? Perhaps it’s something as simple as solitude?”
I flick and rub her clit until she’s barely able to keep her eyes open, and even so, they are clouded with fierce desire. She digs her fingers into the bedding and her thighs go taut every couple strokes, as if she’s coaxing her orgasm to emerge. I don’t think she can stop herself.
Her cry hits the air when I slip my fingers inside her, and with me hovering over Emilia’s back, I’m able to experience every convulsion that travels through her. Another muffled groan, one full of frustration that rivals despair, spills from her, and I know she’s just about to break.
“Beg me,” I whisper. I bring my mouth to her ass cheek and nip at it, directly over the still-pink flesh, and she grinds into my hold. “Tell me you want this.”
“I—” The choked sound is cut off by a spasm. I still my fingers, taking note of the clenching of her cunt and the pulsing of her clit. Emilia’s about to burst, yet she won’t yield.
I switch tactics and retract my hands to grip her hips and flip her onto her back. She stares up at me with a dazed expression, and her legs fall listlessly to the sides, an unintended offering of her sex. She blinks rapidly when I slide my hands underneath her body to grip her ass and then lower my head to nibble on her clit.
“Maximus.”
My name on her lips, with that husky quality, has me grinding my cock into the bed. If I hadn’t seen the melodious sound come from her directly, I’d think it was a mirage, a fantasy I conjured.
My tongue covers the tiny bud right before I pull it between my teeth. “Say. It.” I grit out the words, my own voice gruff now. The vibrations of my mouth on her swollen, overstimulated skin are what finally gets her to acquiesce.
She raises her eyes to the ceiling, and her facial expression, along with her tone, are similar to when one prays. “Please.”
The plea is not the begging I originally sought out, but coming from her, it’s the equivalent. As a man of my word, I give her what she’s asking for, and it’s as much for me as it is for her. Maybe even more so.
I suck and lick until her head thrashes, and she lifts her hips to bring them closer to my mouth. There’s a moment when she’s utterly, eerily still, and then she screams. The pitch and volume of it increase when I thrust my fingers into her and pump them as if they are my cock fucking her.
“Please.” This time, her plea is different; it’s fearful and full of panic. “I can’t.”
“You are capable of much, much more,donnaccia. Let me show you,” I say, caressing her vaginal walls. They constrict around my fingers, and her lips part as her back bows, but there isn’t a scream this time. Her orgasm brings about a series of shuddering breaths and staccato moans that punctuate each tremor, each wave of ecstasy, of her coming.
I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect in my life.
And it shakes me to my core.
Emilia
“Get up and see to your needs.”
I nod at Maximus and get into a sitting position with a muted groan. Every part of me aches, and my muscles scream in protest when I slide to the floor. My feet hit the carpet, and I dig my toes in it to gain purchase as the room tilts momentarily. After shaking my head to clear it, I walk in the direction he indicated. The room is enormous, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it to the bathroom without tripping, or worse, falling.
Maximus watches me in that way of his, the predatorily sharp gaze roving over every inch of my body. This is most likely the reason he gets to his feet and snatches me into his arms right before I plummet to the floor. He mutters a curse under his breath and carries me over to the toilet before depositing me on the closed lid.
“I’m fine, sir,” I say, my face most likely as red as my sore ass.
In answer he quirks a brow. “The last thing I need is you cracking your head on the tile and bleeding to death. So I’m not leaving.”
I keep my head bowed the entire time I tend to my personal needs. He’s seen every part of me, yet having him hover over me, essentially protecting me, is different. It’s…more personal. I inwardly scoff at the idea of him caring for me past anything that has to do with his agenda.
My focus needs to be finding a way to remove myself from it.
He takes my arm and steadies me so I can wash my hands, and for a split second, I lift my head. The image of Maximus and me together stares back. Both of us nude, his darker skin complementing the light shade of mine just as much as his dark hair matches my midnight strands. The green of my eyes is the only splash of color besides the rosiness of my cheeks. When he lifts his hand, I tense and follow it with my gaze, mystified as he traces the curves and twists of a thick lock of hair that covers my breast. He follows the strand to the end, the pads of his fingers lightly skimming my nipple.
The gentle touch confuses me greatly. Maximus spanking me, grabbing me, and choking me are all things I understand, things that have reasons and make sense. But this caress? It doesn’t belong in our marriage.
I glance at him from underneath my lashes to get a look at his face only to find his mouth turned down and his brows drawn. His thoughts are hidden from me, as usual, yet this time, he’s forgotten to keep his mask of indifference in place.
“Come,” he says, pulling me out of my musings. His expression of deep thought is quickly wiped away, almost as if it never existed. And I do the same. He’s already learning about me at a rate I find alarming, and I’m not sure how to prevent it further except to say as little as possible.
He assists me back to the bed, and I halt just in front of it, swinging my gaze to his. “Am I to sleep here? I thought…” I stop, my lips slightly parted. His eyes darken, alerting me to his displeasure, and I swallow the nerves creeping up my throat. “I thought I was to sleep elsewhere, sir.”
