"I’d never judge you, and you don't need to thank me for that, baby." He places a kiss on my forehead, when there’s a knock on the door. My eyes widen as he moves to get up. "It's okay, I'm just gonna grab the water, don't move."
As he turns his back and heads to the door, I take in the large tattoo on his back of the Soulless Knights logo, it’s huge and covers his entire back.
He barely opens the door, just enough for the prospect to pass a couple of bottles of water through it. He closes it and then turns and strides toward me.
"Did you thank him?" I ask.
He raises his eyebrow, then shakes his head like I said something crazy.
"Ice," I scold.
He places the bottles on the side, smirking at me, and he grabs my legs, pulling them down. I squeal in surprise as I fall back and he climbs right on top of me, his lips finding mine. Our tongues tussle and our teeth clash. He nips at my bottom lip, and I smile. Breathless, we break apart.
He places a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. "Max. And he's a Prospect, baby, he doesn’t expect me to say thank you," he says with a smile.
I roll my eyes at him. "But it's the polite thing to do," I say.
He sighs, grabbing the bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and passing me it. "How about I say thank you the next time I see him?"
I give him a smile and take the bottle from him, drinking almost half of it, I hadn't realised how thirsty I was.
"Woah, you a little thirsty there, baby?" he asks with a smirk. He bites his lips as his eyes trail over my body. He curls his hand around my ankle then runs it up my leg. "Do you wanna rest, or..." He lets the question hang in the air.
I shake my head. "No, I don't want to rest."
"Tell me what you want, Dragonfly."
"You. I want... you," I breathe out.
He takes the bottle from me, placing it back on the dresser. He brushes a few loose strands of hair from my face, before running the tip of his finger over my eyebrows, down my nose, over my cheekbones, and then tracing the outline of my lips.
"Fuck me, you're stunning, baby," he says in a low voice. I go to shake my head, but he grabs both sides of my face in his hands. "Don't. I know you were going to disagree, but don't. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met." I feel my face flush with embarrassment, and I try to turn away from him, the intensity of his gaze making me a little uncomfortable, but he holds my face firmly in place.
"Are you sure you want to continue?" he asks again.
"Yes, I really want to continue. Do you not want to?" I query.
"Of course I do. I really want this. You have no idea how much I want you, Dragonfly," he tells me.
I bite the inside of my cheek, nerves bubbling inside of me. I've never done this, so I'm not really sure what I'm doing. But I know what is expected. I reach forward, my hands shaking as I grab at the waistband of his jeans. He grabs my hands, pulling them away from him.
"Stop. That's not how tonight is going to go."
"Oh, I thought I had to…"
"Woah, no, baby. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, I'd never force you to do that. Ever."
"What if I wanted to?" I ask.
"Then it's something we can talk about, but not tonight, baby. Tonight is about you. Let me take care of you, please."
"Okay." I nod.
He stands at the side of the bed and unzips his jeans, then bends as he slides them and his boxers down his legs. I'm so nervous, I don't know if I should look or not. But as he stands, I'm left with no choice but to look as he's so close. My breath catches in my throat when I see how big it is. Oh god, that is going to hurt. How the hell is that going to fit?
"Breathe," he says as he climbs on top of me.
"Max. Erm, that’s intimidating," I say.
