"What did he do, Max?" My voice falters and my palms tremble against his neck. "What does a person have to do?"
He kisses my lips softly. "It was him or us."
I sob into his mouth. "Max,no. It's not that black and white. It can't be."
"He was a bad person, Little One."
"But he wasa person."
He shakes his forehead against mine, groaning. "I thought you knew this!"
"I don't know what I know!"
When he lifts his forehead, my chest tightens, preparing itself for the hole of his absence. I know he's about to leave. I cover my face, not wanting him to see my anguish.
Fingers link through mine, pulling my palms away and exposing my pain. Our eyes meet. He runs his thumb possessively over my quivering lower lip and studies me closely. I weep quietly from confusion and the truth and my self-imposed naivety.
He winces ever so slightly. "Do you still want this with me?"
My heart aches. "I love you, Max Butcher. I'llalwayswant to be with you."
He blinks at me slowly and, oh my gawd, I can’t believe I've just told him I love him. I can't believe I've done it right after he's admitted to watching a man die.
I'm so messed up.
But then he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him, and manhandles me until I spread my thighs to straddle him. He caresses my spine before gripping the nape of my neck and pulling me for a kiss.
His tongue skates inside my mouth, causing me to moan.
"I want you," I say, desperation in my voice. I need to be close to him right now. I need to get lost in our Cassidy and Max world.
He kisses me as if he's in physical pain. Then he helps me slide my knickers off before repositioning me above his erection. I've never been on top before. He likes to be in control.
My nipples skim his chest, the sensitive buds tightening. I start to whimper as he slides me down his length. It's a new level of penetration. No angle obstructs the depth.
Breaking our kiss, he pushes me upright. And then his hands are back on my hips, controlling the level at which I take him. I stare at him. He stares at me and then his eyesflutter as he forces me down all the way. My body strains to consume the final inches of him. As I recoil slightly, he curses and holds my hips in place, stirring his penis inside me.
"Max," I think I cry out.
My eyes squeeze shut.
"It's okay, Little One. It'll only hurt for a moment." He barely gets the words out through a long deep groan.
He doesn't thrust up into me.
But he also doesn’t let me inch away. I can feel him pulsing inside me. We stay very still for several seconds, panting, as I become accustomed to the feeling of being wrapped around the root of his erection.
"Look down," he breathes. "Look at your pretty little pussy swallowing my cock."
Oh God, the way he talks.
I force my eyes open and stare down at where he's opening me, spreading me wide. His penis flexes. My clit is pressed into his neat dark-brown pubic hair and the sight of us has me dripping with pleasure. Encouraging me, Max moves my hips again, rolling me along him in slow, deep, long waves. I'm full, so crammed with him. My orgasm beckons me, so close...
I curl my hips, brushing my clit against him.
He groans, his fingers flexing around my hip bones as he wrestles with his need totakeme. Longing, feverish and intense, brews inside me.
"Do that again," he begs.
