All the air in the room evaporated. Max lunged forward with a growl, his eyes darkening. Gripping my ankles, he tugged me to the edge of the bed.
As I lay there, stretched out on the bed in front of him, he towered over me, his gaze fixed between my parted thighs. His hand came up to the towel wrapped around his waist, drifting over his cock. A lazy squeeze of his hand widened my eyes as his low voice rumbled through me.
“Is this what you want, Princess?”
“Yes.” I wet my lips and stared as he stroked himself. “Yes, I want it.”
His eyes flashed to mine.
“I wantyou, Max.”
He chuckled, low and dark, like a wolf toying with its prey right before he consumed it. But that was what I wanted. I wanted him to consume me—wanted him to devour me.
His onyx gaze locked on my core. “And what about what I want?”
“Take it.” I panted. “It’s yours, too.”
When he tensed at the reminder that I wasn’t only his, my heart faltered. I pushed up onto my forearms, expecting him to stop.
But he leaned forward over the bed, bringing his face close but keeping his body just out of my reach.
“Oh, I plan to take what’s mine. As soon as The Quest is over, I’ll be so deep inside you, you’ll feel me all the way up in your chest.” He placed his hand over my left breast, covering my heart. “Right here.”
“I already feel you there, Max.”
He met my gaze, his stare melting my body. My heart soared as he took me by surprise and stepped back.
Then sank to his knees in front of me.
Gripping my thighs again, he dragged me toward him, his mouth, so hot it practically burned, latching onto my clit and bucking my hips off the bed. He didn’t stop until I came apart. His lips, his tongue, his fingers digging into my legs—every eager touch and stroke over my body brought me to the edge quickly.
I clawed at the bedsheets as he scraped my inner thighs, his nails dragging across my skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He didn’t stop when I cried out. He devoured me like he couldn’t stop, and my thighs clenched around his head.
Pleasure tore through me, stars bursting behind my eyelids as my body shook. I pulled his hair when the sensation became too much, pushing him back. The vibrations from his soft laugh rolled through my core, and I shuddered when he released me.
He didn’t rise to his feet, staying on his knees and bowing his head to rest his forehead on my thigh. Turning to rest his cheek on my flushed skin, he raked his gaze over me. A soft murmur of appreciation leaving his lips.
Our eyes met.
And I still wanted more.
When I darted my gaze to the bedside table, his followed. My mind went to condoms because these guys made me insatiable, but Max had other ideas.
He pulled something small out of the drawer, and a sparkling flash of purple snagged my attention.
“I want to try it.”
He huffed a laugh into my thigh, nipping softly at my flesh. “Oh, we will.”
I swatted his shoulder. “No, I mean, now. Let’s try it.”
He pulled back to stare at me. “We don’t have to rush.”
“He says after casually laying temptation on the bed beside me.” I gave him a pointed look. “You chickening out on me, Daddy Dread?”
His answering laugh lit up my body like fireworks, and the kiss he gave me afterward ignited me completely. “I think I’ve got too many daddy issues for that one, pancake.” He nuzzled the crease of my thigh with his nose. “But if you’re serious about…exploring, I’m open to that.”
He hovered his lips over my clit, expelling a breath. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned at the sensation.
