We dance on the edge of danger, a reckless tango in the darkness.
With each breath, I surrender to the invigorating thrill of his touch. The world fades into a blur of shadows as we become lost in our own universe.
Maxon’s hand skims down my stomach as he places kisses along my neck and shoulder. My eyes fall shut, soaking in the sensations of his fingers and lips on my skin. He groans when his fingers get to my pussy, finding me wet and ready for him.
“Stóirín, you are perfect.”
I draw in a sharp breath as his fingers move in slow torturous circles around my clit.
“Maxon . . . ” I moan, my hand going behind my head to sink into his hair.
I rock my hips against his hand, my breathing labored. Maxon's hand dips lower and he sinks a finger inside of me, pushing in deep and then pulling out before adding another finger, heat coiling deep in my stomach.
Removing his hand, he lifts my leg slightly and pushes inside of me, his cock filling me in one deep thrust.
“Oh my god!” I cry out.
The heat from his cock and the silky smoothness instantly have me teetering on the edge. Maxon’s mouth moves to my ear, his teeth biting down on my earlobe, causing me to clench around his cock.
“Will I ever get enough of you?” he growls, pressing his cheek against mine.
The words send my pulse into overdrive, and I moan, tightening my grip on his hair. Maxon lets go of my leg, our hips still moving in tandem as his hand wraps around my throat. In this moment of vulnerability, I turn my head blindly, guided solely by the magnetic pull drawing me closer to him. My senses heighten, and I can almost taste the electricity in the air. The world around us fades into a blur as my focus narrows down to the warmth of his breath on my face. Our lips meet in a passionate, possessive fire.
Everything ceases to exist, replaced only by the symphony of our intertwined breaths and the sweet touch of our lips. It is adance of passion and vulnerability, a dance that speaks volumes without uttering a single word.
Maxon's rough hand cups my breast, his thumb stroking over my nipple, making my core tighten around him. His forehead drops to my shoulder, and I feel his body tense.
“Fuck,” he snarls, the sound sending a ripple of desire through me.
He cups my breast and pinches my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger. The invisible string pulls taut and I break apart, my orgasm sending me free falling into the abyss. Maxon follows me over the edge as his hand moves to my hip to hold me still as he rocks against me, drawing out the pleasure moving through me. Everything goes black for a split second, and then the world comes back to life in a whirlwind of colors, leaving me panting for breath and completely boneless.
“I want to stay here with you in this bed all day,” Maxon murmurs against my skin.
A giddy feeling consumes me, sending a swarm of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Maxon's arms tighten around me, as we lie here entwined in each other. I soak in the moment, a lazy haze floating around us. The taste of his lips lingers on mine, etching itself into my memory, to be a constant reminder of the profound intimacy we shared in that single, electrifying moment.
Suddenly, a pounding starts on the door, and I startle. Maxon kisses my shoulder and stands just as the wall slides open and Zaria comes running in with Nix flying in behind her. In a moment of panic, I scream and hastily cover myself with a sheet. Maxon slowly lowers his sword as he takes in Zaria and Nix.
When did he get that?
Zaria and Nix pause, their wide eyes taking in our state of undress. Zaria snaps out of it quicker that Nix and rushes forward. “There you are! You need to come now.”
Another round of banging starts at the door, and Maxon frowns. “What’s happening?”
“The guards found Everly’s room empty. They are searching for her.”
Panic drenches my body in ice.
“They can’t find me here,” I whisper, jumping from the bed.
Nix flies toward Maxon. “What were you thinking? She is human, you can’t . . . ”
Maxon's menacing growl stops Nix’s tirade, and she gasps, looking between us. Zaria grabs my arm and tugs me toward the hidden passage, my feet catching in the bedsheet, making me stumble. Maxon is there, his firm grip keeping me upright.
"Careful," he murmurs, his voice barely audible.
I tilt my head back, and his piercing violet eyes meet mine, and in that moment, I feel myself melting under his gaze.
Panicked, Zaria scrambles to grab my nightdress, her voice filled with urgency.“We have to go now. I will sneak her into my quarters and say I had her helping me with chores.”
