And once we’re back in the confines of my room, Maddox’s promise forthatagain is fulfilled beyond belief.
Only this time, he leaves the mask on, the hood of his open jacket up, so that all I’m looking at above me is his tattooed body and his shadowed, wild eyes.
I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to look at a skull mask the same again, how I’m supposed to see him on stage and not think of the way he’s staring down at me with every languid thrust—one hand over my mouth and the other on my hip. I’m buried beneath him, my legs latched around his waist.
My wrists are bound to the headboard with climbing rope that we found in the garage.
His dick brushes my spot with every drive. I’m already tightening around his length for the second time, my pussy pulsing with his every motion. I want to squirm and cry, to tell him that I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
He shifts his grasp from my mouth and rakes his thumb across my cheek, the other squeezing my tit. I latch onto his arm with my free hand, nearly whimpering as my orgasm begins to crest.
“Maddox,” I whine. “Please.”
“Shh…” He leans down and drags his covered nose against my cheek, the heat from his body making me tremble. “You’re going to come for me, beautiful. Over and over. You’ll come every time you feel yourself on the edge. Just know that every time you do, I’ll find another way to rake more out of this body.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I hiss through my teeth. “I don’t know how many more times—”
“You can, and you will,” he tells me. “You’re so ready to take more of me.”
He draws out my release with his hand pressing against my throat. I barely have time to finish coming down before he flips me over onto my stomach, forces my bound hands behind my back, and slams inside me from behind.
Every inch of my skin erupts in goosebumps. White lights dance behind my eyes. I’m trapped beneath his rapacity and strength, utterly left to his mercy, and I realize it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Spit dribbles down my ass. I feel him swipe his finger in it before slipping that very digit into my ass. I groan into the sheet, knees hiking beneath me as I stretch my spine and arch my back.
Pleasure seems like too weak of a word for what I feel when I’m with him. For the way he reaps it out of me and knows exactly how much I can truly take. I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone—a feat I didn’t think anyone was patient enough to earn from me.
And by the time he finally comes, I’m sore in places I didn’t know someone could be.
My cheek is on the pillow. I’m wasted on his dick. His taste. His touch. Maddox squeezes my ass for a final lazy thrust as if he’s making sure his cum is buried deep inside me, unties my wrists, and when he pulls out, I hear him groan in an exhausted manner.
“That’s fucking stunning,” I hear him hiss.
“What?” I manage, feeling empty without him.
“What we do to each other,” he says. “I love it.”
I sit up just enough to wrap my hand behind his head and bring his face to mine, not caring that the mask is still on his face as I kiss him.
The only thing that makes this night better is the lazy shower we take after. I’ve never had someone wash my hair, let alone my body. However, Maddox does. He holds me steady on my wobbly legs and takes deliberate care of every space, leaving kisses behind in the wake of the warm water.
The tap runs to drown out the sound of our voices as he cradles me in the bottom of the tub. I can’t help staring at the man who’s been standing in front of me for so many years, now ogling at the man he’s become.
“One more night,” I say as we sit there.
Maddox rests his forehead against my temple. “You make it sound like that’s all we have,” he replies softly.
“Tell me we have more,” I nearly plead.
He huffs an amused breath, his lips pressing to my cheek. “I’m never going another day without you,” he says. “You’re mine, beautiful.”
His arms hug me a little tighter. I can hear his heartbeat against my ear. It’s so steady and patient, and I know mine is the same.
“Did you get any update from your boss tonight?” he asks after a few minutes.
I stare at the white porcelain around us. “Nothing,” I reply. “That girl at the concert… Are you okay? You handled it better than I would have.”
“Yeah,” he says. “It kind of kicked me on my ass, to be honest.”
