Page 92 of Breathtaking

This man knows what I need better than I know it myself.

He always does.

I tangle my fingers in his dark hair and lock my eyes on his, lost in the moment.

The perfection.

The reality of having everything I want.

Of having him.

The way his fingers bite my skin and tear my panties from my hips.

His tongue inside my hot core before it circles my clit.

It’s too much and not nearly enough as I grind shamelessly against his sexy stubbled face.

“Fuck, Lennon. I missed your taste,” he growls and locks his eyes on mine. Dark lashes frame those brilliant blue eyes I love. They watch me as he flattens his tongue and licks a leisurely line up the length of my pussy, coaxing my first orgasm slowly from my body, just like he promised.

Warmth rushes through me, and I fall back to the bed, drunk on my first orgasm as Maddox slides my legs back onto the bed and slides in behind me. “I need your words tonight. I need to know it’s not too much, okay?”

I look over my shoulder and nip his lips, absolutely desperate for more. “I’m so fucking good.”

“That’s what I want to hear, my love.” His hands are everywhere, gripping and sliding and grasping and pinching. “I fucking love you like this. Sex drunk and desperate for more.” His fingers dip inside my soaked pussy, and I whimper, wanting more.

“Your pussy is perfect,principessa. Swollen and drenched and begging for my cock.” He licks lazy circles around my racing pulse, then scrapes his teeth along my sensitive skin, and I grind my ass back against his hard cock. Solid steel wrapped in velvet. And I want every inch. “You ready for me,amore?”

His words... they’re a tease wrapped in a delicious turn-on. He knows what speaking Italian does to me.

“Yes,” I moan with my face buried in his arm.

My body desperate for what it hasn’t had in long weeks.

He runs the thick, blunt head of his cock through my wet sex. Teasing me with just the tip inside my pussy. Never more than that. Never giving me everything I hunger for.

“Maddox...” I beg.Plead. “Please... I need...”

Before my next words can leave my mouth, he finally...finallyseats himself inside my swollen, needy, pulsing pussy in a slow, soft stroke of his cock and an even slower snap of his hips.

Soft. And. Slow.

God, yes.

He takes his time and fucks me so gently, it brings a tear to my eye. Murmuring tender words of love and adoration, mixed with filthy words of decadent depravity, and I swear to everything I’ve ever held holy, there’s never been anything hotter.

I lie tucked against his body, at his mercy.

Completely lost to him as he does all the work like he promised.

Maddox engulfs me. Fucking me. Loving me. Owning me. Saving me.

Giving me life over and over.

An eternal flame that will never burn out.

And as a white-hot heat tears through me, and flames lick at my skin, Maddox’s hold on me tightens, and his movements slow, dragging the euphoria out until it threatens to burn me alive. Only then does he take what he needs and follows me into the fire.

We lie, quiet and sated in each other’s arms for long moments before he climbs out of bed and comes back with a warm washcloth. “How do you feel,principessa? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

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