I pull in a breath, then reach up, cupping his face in both hands. I’m better about expressing myself since meeting Dominus, but I’m not sure I can put these thoughts into words. Mainly because if I opened my mouth right now, all that would come out is a string of demanding, desperate pleas. “Kiss me, Max.”
“Anytime you ask.” Positioning his elbows on either side of my shoulders, he drops his head, bringing his lips to mine in the gentlest of kisses. Goosebumps spread out over my skin, and I shiver as he continues those gentle feather-soft kisses. He cups his hands around the crown of my head, slowly deepening the kiss, and when his tongue begins to invade my mouth, theweight of his body presses down on me, pushing me into the bedding deliciously.
I sigh as he settles on top of me, careful not to crush me but giving me so much of his weight that I feel trapped in the most wonderful way.
Safe.
Cherished.
He lifts his hips and I open my legs wider, giving him room to settle his cock between my legs. He rocks his hips forward slowly, teasing my entrance and I gasp, fingers tightening on his shoulders.
He pulls back. “Look at me, Sutton.”
I open my eyes and I’m lost in those bottomless depths.
Max pushes forward, studying my face as he eases inside me slowly.
“Are you okay?”
I bite my lip, but nod. The invasion is welcome, even when accompanied by a flash of pain.
It’s just been solong.
Max cups my chin with one hand, the other still curved around the top of my head. He thumbs my bottom lip, pulling it free of my teeth, then rocks his hips, pushing in a bit further. I gasp at the intrusion, and he pauses again.
I can’t tell if he’s allowing me to set the pace, giving me time to adjust to him, or—
I swallow hard, searching his gaze.
He’s savoring this moment.
It’s so obvious by that look in his eyes.
My heart breaks as I look up into eyes that look back with such reverence it steals my breath.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.
Max’s brows pull together. “For what, darlin’?”
“For pushing you away.”
His lips crash into mine, and I moan at the sudden assault, the firm thrust of his tongue. He kisses me long and hard, each demanding stroke of his tongue bringing me closer to desperation. I wiggle my hips, trying to lift them so he’ll sink all the way in, but his weight is too much.
He’s in complete control.
I shudder at the thought, my breath catching as I realize he’s been everything I needed all along. He knew what I wanted—him—even when I denied myself. He knows when to be serious, when to play. He offers strength and control even while giving me space to be the strong woman I am. He respects me,seesme…
My god, he’s been right here all along.
Max rocks his hips one last time, shoving all the way in.
We both gasp, and he drops his forehead to mine as his body trembles, a violent, shuddering quake. He’s breathing heavy, soft gasps against my lips.
“Max?” I whisper.
“Give me a minute,” he murmurs.
As we lay here, connected and perfectly still save for our heavy breaths and racing hearts, I run my hands through his hair, over his shoulders, then down his back. He’s so strong and big, muscles tensing beneath my palms.
