Page 48 of Maddox

But it appeared I had none left.

“Maddox.” She bit her lower lip and squeezed my arm.

I stared down at her hand, willing myself to walk away.

I didn’t.

“I’m filthy,” I told her, marveling in her sweet scent.

“I don’t care.” She inched closer, taking several shallow breaths. “I like being dirty.”

Fuck this. My control was slipping.

“I can’t protect you like this. Not when we’re… intimate.”

“Yes, you can. You can do anything. You’re powerful. You’re strong. You saved me.”

I scrubbed my jaw with one hand and gripped her waist with the other. The temptation was too intense.

“I’m no good for you. I’m not a good man.”

She laughed, the lilting sound like tiny hammers smashing against my brain, chipping away at the armor I held tightly around me.

“Maybe I need a little bad in my life. Maddox. Please.”

There was nothing left, my resolve trashed. With her. Because of her.

In need of her.

“There’s no going back,” I growled. “I won’t be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be. Please, just fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Make me feel alive.”

I wrapped my arm around Charmaine’s waist, pulling her to her toes. With another deep breath, I offered one last chance to change her mind.

She pursed her lips instead.

As soon as I captured her mouth, she melted into me, her voluptuous body molded against my large one perfectly. I slid my hand down her back, enjoying the feel of her skin tickling my fingers. She slipped her arms around my neck, arching her back as she tangled her fingers in my hair.

The scent of citrus from her shower filled my nostrils. I was instantly intoxicated, the longing unbridled. Nothing could stop me at this point. Not a goddamn thing.

I’d never wanted a woman as much as I wanted her.

I lifted her off the floor, easing my hand under her buttocks. She felt too damn good in my arms, as if she’d been created just for me.

She was perfect in every way, her full breasts and rosy nipples making my mouth water while the thought of her long legs wrapped around me forced my cock at full attention.

Her moan fueled me. I thrust my tongue past her lips, tasting her sweet essence, something I’d thought of far too often. She rubbed her hand across my shoulder and provided me with a fulfilled desire by wrapping her legs around my thighs.

I gripped one leg, marveling at the softness of her skin.

Every sound she made was sweet music, every movement of her lithe body boosting a need I’d thought long dead.

As her scent washed over me, I knew I should pull away. But I couldn’t. She was too much of a powerful draw, the thought of ignoring my needs impossible. Every line I’d placed for myself had just been shattered.

Being able to dominate her tongue was incredible, the way she shifted back and forth creating friction eliciting sadistic thoughts. Maybe she thought me a hero.

If so, she’d thought wrong.

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