Page 69 of Born into Darkness

When he gives my nipple a soft pinch, I arch my brow at him. “If you want me to leave this bed, that’s the wrong way to go about it.”

He laughs and pulls me closer so my breast is hovering over his mouth. Keeping his eyes on mine, he opens his mouth and takes me in, running his tongue over my achingly hard nipple before giving me a suck that has my core sparking to life again with the memory of how good he can make me feel.

“Okay, it’s settled. We’re spending the day in bed,” I tell him, reaching down to wrap my hand around the large bulge that the sheet is doing nothing to hide. He groans and sucks me harder, and I’m all set to pull his joggers down and slide onto the thick length of him when both our phones start buzzing.

“Let the fun begin,” he says with a groan. Before he lets me go, he gives my breast one more suck that steals the breath right from my lungs. “We aren’t finished,svetik moy.” He murmurs the words against my skin as he cups the back of my neck and pulls me closer so he can kiss me. It’s a kiss that’s as hungry as it is sweet, and I’m practically vibrating with desire by the time our lips part.

He sees the raw hunger in my eyes and gives me a sexy smirk. “As soon as we’re alone tonight, you’re riding my face.”

I smile and give him another kiss. “And then I’m going to learn how to give a blowjob.”

He groans and pulls me closer, but then our phones start going off again, and the groans of arousal turn to frustration.

Refusing to be rushed, he gives me one more slow kiss and then says, “We’ll learn together, baby. I will kiss and lick and suck on your pussy until I’ve memorized every single thing you like. I used to spend hours practicing the piano, playing the same scales over and over and over again until I could play effortlessly, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you.”

He gives me a wink and a smile that can only be described as panty-melting before smacking my ass hard enough to sting. He laughs when he sees the shocked look on my face.

“Better get used to that, sweetheart. You have the kind of ass that was made for spanking.”

“I have no idea what you mean by that,” I say, scooting back so he can sit up and grab his phone.

“It’s round and perfect, the kind of ass that’s going to bounce and look so goddamn beautiful with my handprint on it.” He gives me another wink. “Don’t forget spanking is on the list.”

“I can’t wait to hear what else is on that list,” I mutter while I grab my own phone. I look at all the missed notifications. “I think every single person in my family is texting me. Oh, look at this.”

I hold out my phone so he can see the newest photo of Wallace. He’s sitting on the beach, looking every bit like the proud boy he is with his tongue hanging out and what looks like a huge smile on his face.

“He’s a really beautiful dog,” Max says, studying the photo. “I love that his eyes are two different colors.”

“Yeah, he’s a pretty boy, and he’s just as sweet and smart as he is beautiful.” I look at Max and grin. “Just like you.”

His deep laugh makes me smile. “Come on, baby, before you sweet talk me into locking the door and burying my head between your legs.”

“I think that’s a solid plan,” I mutter, but he just grins and holds out his hand for me, helping me out of bed. With his hand wrapped up and in a sling, I can’t tell if the swelling has gotten better. Not wanting to hurt him, I lean closer and very gently kiss the tip of his fingers. It’s the only part of his hand that’s exposed, but even that is so small that it doesn’t reveal anything. “How bad does it hurt today?”

“It’s still pretty numb. I think it’s starting to wear off, but it’ll be fine. Stop worrying.” He leans down and kisses my head. “Leave the worry to me. You don’t need to do it anymore.”

I look up at him, and the difference in our sizes has never felt so obvious. He’s still in sweats and a shirt, and I’m still naked, making me feel even smaller than usual. He must be a foot taller than me, and even though he’s lost weight, he’s still a solid wall of muscle. It would be intimidating if it were anyone other than him, but since it is him, the difference just makes me want to grab onto all that muscle and never let go. If his hand wasn’t injured, I’d already be climbing him like a damn tree.

He gives me a wicked grin that makes it clear he can read all my dirty thoughts and then drags his fingers along my stomach.

“You need to get dressed.” Taking a step back, he rakes his eyes over me and gives a deep, masculine groan, making it clear he likes what he sees. Max makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet. Even though there’s a little voice in my head that’s trying to remind me of all my flaws, the heated look he’s giving me is louder than all those self-doubts.

“You make me feel sexy,” I say, the words out before I can stop them.

“You are sexy.”

I roll my eyes at him, and he raises a dark brow at me. He cocks his head to the side while a wicked grin plays at his lips.

“You did not just roll your eyes at me,” he says, taking a step closer. Before I can say anything, his hand is between my thighs, fingers sliding over my arousal. When I grab onto his upper arm and rock against him, he gives a soft laugh, enjoying the wanton display he so easily gets me to perform. He dips his head and gives me a feral look.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs, gently running his thick finger along my wet lips, parting them just enough to drive me crazy without dipping inside. I give a pathetic little whimper when he lightly grazes my swollen clit.

“Please,” I beg when he gives my bundle of nerves another slow swipe of his finger. My knees threaten to buckle when he nips at my bottom lip and spreads his fingers so every thrust has him hitting everywhere but where I really need it. I’d be embarrassed by the frustrated whimpers and moans coming out of me if I weren’t so close to the edge. Right now, I can’t think about anything except the explosion of pleasure I’m dying to feel again. I want that blissful euphoria more than I want my next breath.

When he stills his fingers and pinches my clit between them, I have to wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling. I feel his smile against my lips while his fingers very gently roll my clit. It’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced—a mix of pleasure laced with pain, not enough to really hurt, but not enough to let me come either.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

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