Confidence has come to me over the years, slowly building with every new obstacle I faced. I’ve never been extremely bold in the bedroom, but with the way Maddox is looking at me, it makes something spark in my chest. “My thighs…”
His head tilts. “Is that where you want me to mark, Songbird?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip.
He moves down the bed, nudging his big shoulders between my thighs as his arms wrap around my legs. He grabs the sides of my panties, bunching them up until they press lewdly against my pussy. He nips at my inner thigh, making pain lance me as he sucks on the afflicted spot. I can faintly register the red welts he leaves in the darkness, but there’s a lingering heat with every pass of his teeth.
It’s primal and branding, and I can’t help the soft sounds that crest my lips. He’s driving me insane, and he knows it.
“Are you wet for me?” He asks, staring down at my folds. He doesn’t wait for a response as his head dips, and he eats me through my panties. My mouth falls open, a mewl building in my throat as my muscles relax into the bed. There’s undeniableheat building to a scalding temperature in me, and I want to undulate my hips, but I can’t move. I’m at his mercy as the sloppy sounds of his mouth on me fill my room.
At the first brush of his tongue over my clit, I cry out, my eyes squeezing shut as stars dance in my vision. There’s release, and it only seems to drag out as I lie helpless beneath Maddox.
He hums against me in approval before taking off one of his gloves and using a thick digit to drag down my soaked folds. He plunges one finger into me, taking my breath away as my walls clench him.
“Maddox,” I whisper in a prayer.
“I know, pretty girl. Let me see you fall apart again.” He commands.
“I-I can’t…” I shake my head sluggishly, my second climax rising alarmingly fast. I won’t be able to stop it, no matter how desperately I try. Sensory overload grips me, and I can only whimper pitifully as he slams me into bliss.
“That’s my girl,” he praises as my orgasm shreds me to pieces. His possession is hot and claiming, and it only adds to the fire that explodes within me.
As I come down, my eyes droop impossibly low, and it becomes harder to stay awake. I want to fight the drug, but as Elysian drags me under, I find that battling it is moot. And I don’t think I have the strength.
“Shhh,” Maddox shushes me softly as he rises over me. “Sleep, Songbird. You’ll still feel me. I’ll make sure of it.”
His words are honeyed and sweet, but I want to be awake for this. I watch through half-hooded eyes as he undoes his belt with expert hands. It’s erotic for him to still be fully dressed while I lie here with my breasts bared and my dress bunched up near my hips.
As his cock springs free of his boxer-briefs, my brows rise.
Holy shit.
He’s long and thick, and I can’t faintly make out theveins that line the underside of it. He uses his hand that’s still glistening with my release to lube himself, rubbing my wetness all over the bulbous head as his wrist flicks.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dick that big…
My partners have been impressive, but nothing close to this. I once heard the saying “watch out for the quiet ones,” and it’s one hundred percent true.
“Don’t be scared, Songbird.” He tilts his head, the red mask glowing down at me. “I’m going to stretch this perfect pussy until I fit.”
Oh…
That’s…something.
I swallow, nodding despite my consciousness slipping. I hold out on sleep as I feel him notch himself at my entrance. He rubs the head of his cock up my clothed folds, teasing me before using a thumb to yank my panties to the side. He lets his head rest back against his shoulders as I take the first inch of him.
I gasp at the stretch before my teeth dig into my bottom lip. The burn is welcoming, because I know it will quickly melt away into something pleasurable.
He coos from above, whispering soothing words as he sinks into me until I take all of him. When his hips mesh with mine, I have to remind myself to breathe.
I feel deliciously full, and the burn is slowly subsiding as my body adjusts. It’s so good, and I’m slipping.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” Maddox shudders against my neck. “I’m going to break you, Songbird, and then rebuild you in my image. You’ll only know bliss in this state. I’ll make you crave sleep like you need fucking air.” I moan as he moves over me, dragging his hips back before slamming into me and knocking the air from my lungs. His fingers curl around my jaw as he controls my head and presses his forehead to my temple. “You’ll dream of me, Rosalie. Every. Fucking. Night.”
With every punctuation of his words, he rocks forward with a punishing rhythm that sends me a little up the bed. It’sall too much, and I’m going to tip right over the edge.
“Shh,” He rasps, shushing my whimpers. “Go to sleep, pretty girl. Let me show you Elysian.”
