He rests his forehead on my temple. “I’m going to make you feel so good…”
His words soothe just as much as they heighten the terror in me. It’s such a torrent of emotions I’ve never felt before, sweeping over me and making my judgment cloudy and weak.
He’s in control.
And I want him to be.
“Okay…” I say quietly, closing my eyes as he turns into me. His mask bumps against me, but it’s as if I can feel his breath on my pulse point, teasing.
“I’m going to tell you how this works,” he says roughly. “I have Midazolam. Do you know what that is?”
I shake my head.
“It’s a sedative. It’s going to make you drowsy.”
Somnophilia. He wants me to be asleep.
Heat flames in my stomach as my thighs rub together. I’m already soaked with the interaction, and he’s talking me through it. It’s still scary, but I’m not as hesitant as I was before. He knows what he’s doing.
“Okay,” I whimper.
“Shhh,” he coos as he lifts the syringe into my field of vision. My heart pounds harder at the liquid sloshing around in the vial, but there’s something else mixed with it—need. My core is achy, and I’m wanton as he presses me into the mattress. “I’ve done my research. Your insulin pump won’t be affected, and I’ll use your glucose monitor to keep track of your blood sugar.”
That’s…nice.
Despite it all, he took the time to look into everything. It’s sickly sweet despite our state, and my body melts a little beneath his. “It’s on the bedside table.”
He chuckles, the sound dark and depraved. “I know, Songbird. I know everything.”
Somehow, I don’t doubt that. Maddox has always been acutely aware of his surroundings. He’s probably the first person who pieced together that I have diabetes. It wouldn’t surprise me.
“Take a deep breath for me,” he instructs as he moves my hair away from my neck.
I suck in, filling my lungs with air as there’s a sharp prick on my bicep. It stings a little, and he massages the site as my limbs turn to jello and my eyes begin to droop.
“Let me see that pretty face,” he growls softly before backing off of me and flipping me around. He lays me gently on the bed, towering over me as the edges of my vision begin to blur. The red of his mask stares down at me, and serves as the only thing I can focus on with my climbing serenity. “Oh, that’s beautiful.” He croons. “Look at how vulnerable you are, Songbird. I could do anything to you.”
I don’t know what overcomes me. The space between languid obedience and want blurs as I reach a weak hand out to him. “Make me feel good…” My words slur a little, and Maddox goes still.
There’s a beat of silence that seems to stretch. It could also extend thanks to the drug spreading through my limbs and making me sink. Whatever it is, it makes Maddox raise his mask, exposing his lips. The top half of his face is still covered, but I can see the plushness of his mouth and the sharpness of his jaw as he leans down.
His lips crash over mine, hungry and possessive. My eyes flutter as I gasp into his kiss. He takes the opening, sweeping his tongue over mine in a slow, sensual movement as if he’s savoring me. My eyes close as his taste, a hint of mint, champagne, and all Maddox, mingles with my own.
My lips move lazily against his as something explodes in me. In my groggy state, the tingles are still present, electrifying me everywhere he touches. He matches my rhythm, not overpowering me in the slightest. Our kiss is mind-melting and extraordinary in its own way. It’s different from kissing Roman, but just as pleasing and consuming.
He’s gentler with me, one hand palming my side as the other bunches up the end of my nightie. He wedges between my thighs, and I spread them wide to accommodate him.
When he pulls away, I’m a panting mess, but I can’t do anything about my arousal. My arms are heavy, and sleep beckons me softly as I feel his breath against my neck. He places heated kisses on my flesh, nipping and sucking at my skin as I moan.
“You’re so sweet like this…” Maddox trails in a rasp. “Will you let me taste you?”
I nod, but it’s slow. “Please.”
“Hmm,” he hums against the base of my throat as his hand slides to my chest. He moves my nightie aside, letting the air hit my bare breasts before he slides down and closes his mouth around one stiffened peak. My lips part, the air rushing from me as he teases my nipple with his tongue.
I’ve never done this before, but I think Maddox is ruining me. The mix of sleep and desire battles each other, fighting for my attention as he takes me to new heights.
He pops free of me, leaving a spit trail over my taut flesh. His gloved thumb smears it across my areola, mesmerized by the glistening bud. “Fuck, that looks so pretty. I like leaving marks on you.”
