My heart squeezes in my chest as he drops me to my feet and spins me, my palms landing on the wall as he gathers up my dress. His fingers find me soaking wet, and he lets out a low rumbling sound, biting down on my shoulder.
A moan slips from my lips as I shudder, pushing against his hand. Maxon doesn’t waste a second, and pushes two fingersinside me, his warm breath skating over my neck as he bites down.
“You look so fucking sexy.”
I moan, pressing backward into his hand as waves of pleasure wash over me. Every nerve ending in my body is sparking. Maxon builds me up, his lips kissing down my spine, and up my neck as his fingers move in and out.
“Maxon . . . ” I breathe, my stomach tightens as warmth floods me.
“I got you.”
Maxon removes his fingers, positioning himself at my entrance. Gripping my hips, he pulls me into him, and with a forceful thrust, he enters me. The intensity leaves no room for tenderness or sweetness. It’s a raw declaration of possession.
I arch my back as he buries himself deep within me. He withdraws and slams into me again, over and over. His grunts and groans, making me lightheaded. With each forceful thrust, my fingers press hard into the wall, my toes curling in my flats, and the coil in my stomach growing even tighter. The sensations are driving me closer to the brink.
Maxon leans in close, his breath brushing over the sensitive skin of my neck. “Don’t you fucking come yet. We are coming together, Stóirín.”
“Oh, God . . . ” I moan.
Maxon’s hand wraps around my throat, and he pulls me flush against him, my back plastered to his front as he pounds into me at a dizzying pace, the tulle from my skirt bunching around us.
“I am no god.” His voice is gravely and harsh.
My head turns to his, my hands gripping the arm holding my throat. His other hand holds my hip in a deathly grip. My mouth hovers next to his, our eyes hooded.
“A Chroí . . . ”My heart.
Maxon’s mouth slams down over mine. Our tongues dance together, our breaths growing heavy and rapid. The air around us crackles with electric energy, charged with the heat of desire. His hand moves from my hip and presses into my lower belly. A warmth floods my core, and I whimper into his mouth.
“That’s it . . . ” Maxson whispers harshly against my mouth. “Good girl.”
Thank god Maxon is holding me up, because my legs start to shake and his grip around my throat tightens just slightly, sending a rush of endorphins through me, making me dizzy.
“Fuck!” Maxon roars, feeling me squeeze around his cock.
Thrusting even harder, his hand slips lower, rubbing over my clit. I cry out, my head slamming into his shoulder as waves of ecstasy wash over me.
“Maxon. I’m . . . I’m . . . ”
“I know. I’m right here with you.”
Even though this dress is hindering our movement, it isn’t stopping us.
Not one bit.
Maxon's teeth bite down on my ear. “Come,” he commands.
I would have laughed if my body didn’t respond instantly. That coil snaps and light whips from our bodies, dancing and entwining around us. Fire erupts along Maxon’s skin, and I jolt, but it doesn’t burn me. We ride out the waves, and I can feel Maxon slowing his movements, prolonging the pleasure and relishing the sensation of my walls gripping him.
Breathing heavily, Maxon falls forward and pins me against the wall once more. My chest and face are tightly pressed against the cool surface, my heart racing. The fire dissipates, and I sigh, but am not able to draw in a breath.
‘You’re squishing me.’
Maxon chuckles, his dark hair falling over my shoulders as he kisses my shoulder gently before stepping away. He fastens his pants up before turning me and cupping my face, his eyes searching mine.
"That’s never happened before.”
“What? Jumping me in front of a room of people? Cause we have to face them now when they know exactly what just happened. Oh no . . . ” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “We were not quiet.”
