His eyes darted over the crowd, a fleeting doubt clouding his thoughts. Why was this moment different? Why did the thought of others witnessing her feel unbearable? Without warning, he gathered his fae powers, their bodies mystifying from the raucous ballroom, leaving behind the gasps and curious stares.
The sudden silence of his bedroom wrapped around them. No more onlookers. Just them. She didn’t even glance around. Her eyes were locked on his, wide with surprise, a flicker of confusion mingling with the heat in her gaze.
Max felt it too—an unexpected pull that clawed at him. The need to claim her, protect her,devourher.
Hand still tangled in her dark waves, he walked her back a few steps, reveling in the confused look in her eyes, then spun her around.
Max bent her over his desk, her chest rising and falling with each heaving breath. His touch roamed up her back, fingers twisting in her hair, massaging her scalp, his other hand tracing down to the side of her breasts that were pressed against the desk.
“Tell me now if you don’t want it, before I use this perfect body exactly how it was intended,” he growled, his voice dark and dangerous. The tip of his cock lightly pressed against her entrance, not giving her the satisfaction her body demanded, but threatening it with each calculated move.
A flicker of restraint passed through him, his body tensing. For just a heartbeat, he hesitated, questioning the fire that surged in his veins. Was it just lust, or something far more dangerous?
With a breathy, commanding tone, she looked at him with hooded eyes over her shoulder and whispered, “Put that magnificent cock inside me right now, or I’ll pin you to the dirty floor and take it myself.”
His eyes darkened, amusement sparking, as though he might let her try. But her growl of frustration shattered his restraint. Before she could make another demand, he thrust into her—hard, deep, claiming her with brutal force.
The scream that tore from her lips was a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, her body arching beneath him. He paused,noting the way her body trembled and adjusted beneath him. The sensation, familiar due to his size, made him slow, allowing her to catch her breath.
“Good,” he murmured with dark satisfaction, fingers gliding over her back, down her sides, circling her clit in slow, tormenting motions until her body bucked. He whispered in her ear, “I like it when you scream for me,” before biting down on her shoulder.
Her whimpers turned into desperate groans as her pain melted into their sweet, consuming pleasure. She began to move beneath him, searching for her rhythm, but his hand shot to the back of her throat, fingers pressing just enough to still her as he growled, “Did I say you could move?”
“You bastard,” she hissed, voice ragged. His response was a savage thrust and a squeeze of her throat to silence the outcry of pain. Pain that she definitely liked, if the gushing and pulsing of her cunt around his cock was any indicator.
The crowd and party felt like an entire world away—there was only the slick heat between them, only the sound of their ragged breaths and pounding heartbeats echoing in the dark.
“Look at you falling apart for me,” he growled, his thrusts becoming more relentless, each one dragging her closer to the edge of madness. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Max licked his thumb before teasing her tighter hole. She gasped, her body tensing with raw need.
“Oh?” His voice dripped with wicked intent. “You want more?” His thumb slowly pressed inside, the dual invasion making her body strain. “Relax and breathe out, Little Blade.”
“Y-yes,” she moaned, trembling as she breathed out, obeying. “More.”
A deep, dark chuckle escaped him. His large hands splayed across the globes of her ass, fingers digging into the skin. Oneat a time, and with an obscene amount of spit, he pressed his thumbs inside.
Her body convulsed as he quickened his pace, brutally fucking her into the desk. Her climax tore through her, leaving Max breathless as the sensations suffocated him. It was the most beautiful, primal sound he had ever heard in his long life, and he was prepared to do anything to hear it again.
He rubbed her back, slowing his pace, readying her for more. His hands gripped her hips, lifting her off the desk with gentle care, but she had other ideas.
Gripping the desk’s edge and bouncing on the balls of her feet, she took control, sliding herself up and down his cock. Max groaned deeply, hands digging into her hips, his control slipping.
“Fuck!” he roared, helpless as she set a punishing pace, using him for her pleasure. His voice broke. “You’re one move away from me…Fuck… from me locking you in this room for-forever.”
He shuddered as her low, seductive laughter reached his ears. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her from the desk, carrying her to the bed. When he dropped her onto the blankets, she turned, lying face up, with those damn stilettos still on, making him smirk.
“What is it about you…” he whispered, voice trembling with restraint as he pulled her legs closer, hips flush against hers. Her breath hitched. The raw vulnerability in his own words struck something deep within him. Before he could let her answer, he pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling as his eyes searched hers. “… that makes me feel more intoxicated than any substance I’ve ever consumed?”
The bed groaned beneath them, wood straining with every movement as he lifted her higher, positioning her perfectly before lowering her onto the pillows. His hands slid into herhair, twisting the silken strands as he pulled her close, their mouths crashing together in a punishing kiss.
The sight of her beneath him, writhing and moaning, sent a primal need roaring through his veins. He couldn’t get enough, couldn’t hold back as he thrust deeper, drinking in every sound she made.
The world spun as her release built again, coiling tighter with every plunge of his body into hers. His lips tore from hers to drag along her jaw, teeth grazing her skin as he spoke, low and raw, “Look at me.”
She obeyed, eyes wide and glassy with need. He caught the fire in her gaze that mirrored the one burning inside him. When he came inside her, she shattered, the force of her climax leaving them both gasping.
As they lay together, breathless, the world narrowed to just the thudding of their heartbeats. Everything about her screamed familiarity, belonging. The realization sent a cold rush through his veins, turning into a burning need to claim the truth out loud.
