Through a haze of intense lust, I gaze up at him in total surrender. “He means nothing.”
Maximus’s entire countenance shifts, almost like a veneer has been lifted from him. The glowing in his eyes morphs from rage to vindication, but it’s no less dangerous.
Or provocative.
He returns to stroking me, and within seconds, I’m twisting in his hold, bombarded with sensation. “Say my name.” His voice is low yet powerful. My skin prickles at the raw energy pouring from him and coating his words. I open my mouth to give him what he wants, and nothing comes out except another moan. He’s rendered me incapable of speech or anything else except feeling.
“Fucking say it,” he grits out. His impatience swells, as does my orgasm, and that sends me over.
A scream is ripped from my throat when pure ecstasy hits me, and somehow I’m able to articulate every syllable in his name. It steals everything I have. Before, my body was taut with the need for release, and now it undulates under the natural rhythm of pleasure spreading through every part of me. When it begins to subside, I slowly fall back into a more corporeal state of consciousness with the remnants of the orgasm causing my body to gently shake.
Maximus lets go of my wrists and withdraws his hand from my sex only to grab the hem of my dress and push it to my waist. He grips my panties and all but rips them from my body, tossing them to the floor. I bring my arms to my chest, as though to protect myself, but I never take my gaze off him. He undoes his belt and pants to free his cock, taking it in his palm to stroke it. His eyes drop to between my legs, and his gaze flashes.
My predator has found a mate.
He lowers himself until the weight of him traps my arms between our bodies. With one arm used to stay propped up, he positions his cock at my entrance, and I slam my eyes closed, turning my head.
“Look at me.” Maximus cups my cheek and brings my gaze back to him. “In this bed and in this marriage, there will be no one else but me. Every memory and fantasy you’ve ever had will be erased because I will fuck them out of you until you can’t speak any name but mine.”
He eases into me, and his hand on my face trembles. I stare up at him, watching his pupils contract and the tendons strain in his neck. I note the thrumming of his heart against me, matching my own, and the way his movement is completely controlled. My breaths stop at the feel of him slowly claiming my body with every part of him that fills me. When he withdraws, I blink up at him, not understanding until he enters me fully with a single thrust.
“I fucking own you,” he says on a groan.
Then he proves it.
Maximus enters my body, pistoning into me, and every thrust is more severe and deeper than the last. I’m no longer able to hold back the moans that flood my mouth and spill over my lips, and every time I utter a sound, he rubs my lower lip with his thumb. My sex fists his cock, making it slick with my cum, and he drives into me with a ferocity that borders on madness.
And I savor it. His insanity now matches mine.
He raises one of my arms and guides it to wrap around his neck. That’s when I know I’m not alone in this emotional vulnerability I’m feeling. I cling to him, matching the movements of his body to meet every gyration of his hips with my own. His groans reverberate in my ears, and I reciprocate by whispering in his. With every stroke of his cock, I say his name, giving him what he wants. Because he’s giving me what I want, which is human connection.
His cock swells inside me, and I don’t have to be told what to do. I keen his name, my voice getting louder when Maximus reaches down to rub my clit. I come, and he follows me into bliss.
Maximus leans on his forearms and lets his head hang while his chest heaves with breath. I’ve never been permitted to touch him, and the daze I’m in emboldens me, so I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He jerks up his head to pierce me with his gaze, and I jolt right before bringing my arms down and tucking them to my chest. We stare at one another, him pulsing inside me and me clenching his cock, and for once his gaze isn’t shuttered. In the beautiful onyx of his eyes, there’s a sense of awe mixed with disbelief that resonates with me because that’s what I’m experiencing looking at him right now.
With agonizing slowness, he lowers his head, and I drop my gaze to his lips. Right before his mouth touches mine, he opens it and takes my bottom lip between his teeth. He watches me gasp when he sucks and licks, running his tongue over the places I broke the skin from biting it. With one hard pull of his mouth, a small stream of my blood flows to him. A tiny smear coats his lips, and I squirm underneath him, arousal striking me at the visual. And I’m not the only one. Maximus’s cock hardens, causing my eyes to widen.
“Why did you do that?” I ask, my voice barely audible.
“I have your innocence and now your blood.” He withdraws from me and sinks back into me with a loud exhale. “No one can take them from me. They are mine, and so are you.”
This time his movements, although still controlled, are languid and tantalizing. Maximus watches my face as passion overtakes me, and when I’m lost in him, he slides his hand in my hair, using the grip to slowly force my head back. With my neck fully exposed, he places an openmouthed kiss just under my jaw. The act is sensual but soft and so shocking. He does it again over the bite mark from earlier, and in an almost apologetic way, he glides his lips over the area. I might be in a state of euphoria, but I know I’m not imagining the difference in him.
Maximus brings about my orgasm, and the intensity of it, paired with this tender side of him, has emotion gathering in my chest. On impulse, I throw my arms around his neck, and he releases my hair, leaving me to bury my face against the slope of this throat. Then he slides an arm along my back to splay his fingers in a firm hold, pressing my body to his. I grip him tighter, and the moment I come, I bite him, wanting to be as close as possible but also excite him like he did me.
“Fuck!” he rasps.
His orgasm hits him, and he thrusts into me until he’s spent. In this moment, I’ve never felt closer to someone, more vulnerable, and more scared in my life. Having one’s body laid bare is entirely different from having one’s soul exposed this way.
I give a tiny shriek when he rolls and reverses our positions, leaving me sprawled on top of him. My cheek lies directly over his heart, and I focus on the steady cadence to keep from spiraling in my mind. This is sex, a physical need that’s been met. Nothing more.
I’m not very good at lying to myself with his cock in me.
Sex with Maximus is something I didn’t know I wanted, and now it’s something I don’t want to go without. Will he discard me, since my innocence is gone? Will he get his sexual gratification elsewhere from now on?
The feel of his fingertips tracing the length of my spine has me stiffening.
“What are you thinking?” His voice is lazy with threads of contentment. And it’s so unlike him. “Tell me.”
