He slaps me two more times. I wiggle furiously on the bed; then, he returns to rubbing my clit. He rubs me until I’m on the very cusp of an orgasm, then spanks my pussy again, this timefivetimes in a row.
“Max,please!”
“Not yet. I want to watch you suffer a little longer, baby.” And so, the torment continues. He builds me up with his talented fingers, then spanks me until my orgasm dies.
Over, and over, andoveragain, until I’m on the verge of crying with desperation. Only when I’m an incoherent puddle of need does he rise up over me. He’s everywhere, all around me. He’s like a storm, magnificent, terrifying, deadly, impossible to look away from. I can’t get enough of him. I’ll never get enough of him.
“Such a gorgeous fucking girl, aren’t you?” he coos. He shucks his pants and boxers, and my eyes widen when they land on his cock. He’s huge—as big as I suspected that night when he first grabbed me, after he’d saved me from being hit by a drunk driver. A thick vein pulses on the underside of his cock, impossibly imposing, and true trepidation courses through me.
“Wait!” I cry when he nudges his swollen,drippinghead into my entrance. He freezes, arching a questioning eyebrow at me. “It—it won’t fit.”
He blinks. Then, his lips split into a wide grin, and the asshole begins tolaugh. “Christ, Flame. Sometimes, your sharp tongue nearly destroys me; others, you’re amazing for my ego.” He shakes his head with amusement. “C’mere.” He pins my legs to the bed. I try to scramble up, pure, animal instinct driving me away from this predator who’s about to split me in two with his monster cock, but I can barely move an inch.
His head lodges in my entrance. He’s barely inside me—hardly even a centimeter in, but it’s enough to make the pain start. I might not have a maidenhood for him to break through, but the resistance is still impossibly harsh. He’s too big; we’re not anatomically compatible.
“Hey, look at me,” he says when I squeeze my eyes closed. “Look at me,” he repeats, harsher when I refuse to obey.
They flash open, compelled by his command.
“It’s just you and me,” he says slowly. “I’m not going to make this hurt any more than it has to. You’re dripping, Flame. I promise you’re ready for me. Do you trust me?”
My lips part, shut, then part again. Finally, I manage to say, “I don’t know.”
“Trust me,” he says, and then he starts to push.
Panic lights a fuse deep inside me. It’s impossible to escape him—he’s everywhere all at once. I can’t move. I can’t stop him. I’m not sure Iwantto stop him, but God, this is making me freak out.
The promise I’m breaking to Dagon dawns on me. He no longer has Alina to hold over me, but I’m sure he’ll come after her with a hellish fury if he learns about what’s happening right now. And if he ever got his hands on me… I don’t know what I’d do.
“Ember. It’s just you and me.”
Then, Max leans down over me, and presses his lips to mine. The world drops out from beneath me. Reality ceases to exist. The moment his lips come into contact with mine, something fundamental slams into me, like a revelation. My vision fades.
His tongue probes at my lips, and that’s when a basic recognition dawns on me. I’ve tasted these lips before. They’re familiar, and they’re comforting. Iknowhis kiss, even though I’m experiencing it for the first time.
Warmth fills me, chasing away the fear and the pain. I lift my head and meet his tongue with my own. I don’t know how to kiss—I’m sure I’m sloppy, and that my technique is shit, but Max doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, my response invigorates him. He drives deeper inside of me, nipping my lower lip, groaning into my mouth.
I feel like I’m being reborn. Pain prickles at my temples, but it’s a new sort of pain, not the migraines I’m used to. This pain comes from the most basic, physical form of recognition and a wash of foreign yet familiar comfort.
I wrap one leg around Max’s waist, then the other. I’m not sure what’s happening to me—tous, but no matter how much his intrusion hurts, it also undeniably feels right.
“Fuuuuck,” Max grunts against my lips. He wraps his hand around my neck, slides it up to my chin, and angles his head so he can kiss me deeper while he sinks even farther inside of me. MyGod,it hurts, but the pain is invigorating, like a shot of electricity going straight to my veins. I can’t get enough of it.
After what feels like an eternity, our hips connect. I feel like I’m impaled on ten feet of his cock, I’m pretty sure he’s about to puncture my lung, but I don’t ask him to stop. Instead, I viciously bite his bottom lip. “Fuck me, Maximus.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He snaps his hips back and surges forward in one swift, brutal thrust, shocking a cry of exquisite agony from my chest. All of my nerve endings go up in flames, I feel morealivethan I can ever remember being.
“Godfuckingdamnit,” Max growls. “Two thrusts and I’m already hooked.” He lowers his head, teeth latching onto my neck and biting hard while he sets a swift, shocking pace inside of me. Each of his movements forward fill me to the brim, and each withdrawal drags against my nerve endings, making me cry out for more.
“Let me touch you,” I gasp.“Please.”
Wordlessly, Max releases my neck, reaches over my head, and detaches my hands from the headboard—though he doesn’t untie them.Good enough. I wind them around his neck and hold on for dear life while he fucks in and out of me like a madman, like he’lldieif he doesn’t destroy my pussy.
“Shit,” he breathes. “I can’t—goddamn—last!”
His fingers slot between our sweaty bodies and glide over my clit. I’m already hanging on the cusp of an orgasm, but the added stimulation sends a burst of panic up my spine. The release that comes hurtling at me with stunning speed feels so big, so consuming, I’m afraid of it.
“Wait—”
