Max panted, gasping to control the instinct to lunge into her blindly and release.
He neededmore.
Instead, he lowered her onto him and ground up against her, deeply penetrating her body all the way down his erection to his balls. He pinned her against the wall with his chest and his shaft, rocking his hips back before slamming into her again.
As he pressed up against her, one of the wires from her bra or some of the boning in the bodice of the dress poked his chest.
She was crying out now, begging him for more, for release, and her strangled screams of his name interspersed with “Oh God, yes!” ran over his flesh.
Her fingernails pressed the skin on his shoulders.
“Do it,”he whispered.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” She bit her lower lip as he stroked into her.
“Do it,” he commanded. “Your nails, right now,do it.”
Her hands curled on his shoulders, and pain sparkled and turned cold on his skin.
He forced himself into her harder, bending his knees and driving harder into her body.
“God, yes!” she cried out, and her fingernails sliced his shoulders.
God, yes.
The pain was a catalyst that flipped the switches in his mind, and he became a beast, blind with instinct, pounding into her. Her cry rang in his ears as she shredded his skin, sparking a spiral of ecstasy. Her body clenched his as her voice broke in mid-scream, and her back arched so hard that she pushed her body away from the wall and farther down onto his cock.
His mind whited out as he took her, and his soul found silence and stillness in the midst of the nothingness until he was throbbing, emptying himself inside her as she lay with her head on his shoulder, panting and hanging onto his neck.
Her soft lips pressed against his neck and his temples, and she murmured to him as the pieces of his mind fit themselves back together.
Maxence’s legs trembled, and he slowly slid to the floor, cradling her in his arms as their bodies disconnected.
“Are you okay?” he managed to ask, his voice catching in his throat.
The deep scratches on his shoulders felt like veins of ice. His mind still sparkled with relief because all his attention concentrated on that pain instead of the excruciating cracks in his soul.
The ebb of the pain in his soul was a rush better than cocaine.
She said, “Yeah, I’m fine. I mean, I’m going to be a little sore, but it was totally worth it. Are you okay? I got kind of enthusiastic with my nails, and—” She peered around his shoulder.“Oh no.You’re bleeding.”
Warm lines stroked down his skin, eroding ice. “I know.”
“Jeez! I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t be.”
“I thought you were egging me on.”
“I needed it,” he admitted, his mind still floating with relief.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice cracking. “I won’t do it again.”
Before he could even think, he’d grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the wall.“Don’t say that.”
Her eyes widened, startled. “Whoa,Max.”
He lifted his hands and stepped back. “I’m sorry. That was over the top. But your fingernails aren’t a problem.”
