When he settled between my legs, nothing separated us.
“Max,” I gasped, voice pleading and filled with need. “Max, please, don’t stop.”
His grip on my hair, his lips on my neck, his cock brushing my entrance—everywhere he touched left a mark. Itburnedwith an intensity I’d never seen coming.
I writhed against him, grappling to get my legs higher. To remove the space left between us.
He seared my lips with his kiss, teeth biting down with a growl as he grazed my core. Feeling how ready I was.
How much I wanted him.
His eyes widened. He surged forward, crushing my body with his and his lips to mine.
Our tongues battled for dominance.
He swallowed every moan and sigh as if he needed them to survive. He reared back, bringing me with him.
As he sank back on his heels and seated me on his lap, he never stopped kissing me. Even as his hands ran over my hair, down my body to the desire pooling between my thighs, he refused to break our kiss.
I touched every part of him I could, traced every plane of his chest, trailing my fingers over every ridge in his abs as I made my way lower. I rolled my hips, rocking against him.
Our movements grew frantic, our grinding urgent, and my quiet cries pleading as the need for him intensified. My body begged to ease the ache before the words left my mouth. The one that had been building since our first kiss in the woods. Since our first night in the cabin.
Since the minute we’d met.
Because we were inevitable.Undeniable.
And when he pulled back, the heat in his stare liquefied any doubt, any hesitation remaining. It disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Because we couldn’t stop—wouldneverstop—fighting for this.
For us.
I wouldn’t rest until I had whatwas mine, safe and free.
Neither would he.
Rocking onto his knees, he got me flat on my back. He unlocked my ankles from around him, planting my feet on the bed to slide his palms up my legs. Pressing down on my thighs.Spreading my body wide open for him. Only to dive between them and feast with long, hot swipes of his tongue.
Groaning against my clit, he sucked hard before taking the pleasure away. He thrust two fingers inside me, his restraint teetering on the edge, and bowed my body off the bed. Eyes feral, face covered in my desire, he jackknifed his fingers to increase the stretch.
“Think you can take me?” He challenged, brow arched as he flicked his gaze to his fingers sliding in and out of my body.
I taunted back breathlessly. “Only one way to find out.”
He added a third finger, pitching forward to muffle my cry as I pushed into the burn, before he withdrew.
Sliding a palm under my butt, he lifted my ass and lined up his cock. He stroked his length as he teased me with the head, sliding down to gather my wetness, and drawing back up to rub tight circles against my pulsing clit.
My pussy clenched reflexively, tightening around nothing when I wanted everything he had.
“I swear to God, Max, if you’re bluffing—” I squeezed my eyes shut. “If you’re just teasing me right now, you don’t have to worry about anyone else’s threats. BecauseIwillkill you.”
He huffed a laugh, his reverent gaze warming my cheeks as he reached between us. Notching himself at my entrance, he tortured us both with his slow, smooth circles over my clit, and he stared into my eyes.
Leaning forward, he kissed me, slow and deep, as he rocked his hips against me. “We need to work on your vaguely insulting deliveries, Princess.” He smirked as my eyes blazed. “Now, sayplease…”
Biting back a moan, and the urge to beexactlythe brat he claimed I was, I turned the tables.
“I need you inside me. Max,please. I needyou.” I begged for him to give me what I wanted. No teasing. Nothing held back.When I reached for him, his breath caught, and I went all in. “Please,Master.”
