Page 50 of Maddox

And his cock? Huge, long, and thick. No man should be so well endowed.

I’d allowed myself the sheer moment of enjoyment, flicking my eyes down as far as I could see. I’d admired every muscle separately, every scar with wonder. He had a story to tell, one of endurance and pain, solidarity to his team yet loneliness.

Much the same way as I felt.

I sucked in my breath because of the way my body reacted, the scent of my desire wafting into the air. Of course he sensed my condition, the slight smirk on his face seconds before a clear indication.

Now he was making me feel alive just like I’d wanted. Like I’d almost begged him for.

Oh, God, his tongue was a creation of beauty and I was fully aroused, my nipples aching from where he’d tormented them.

As soon as Maddox’s tongue flicked across my clit, I pushed up from the bed. Immediately, I drifted into an altered state. One where the horrors of what I’d seen and heard no longer existed. One where the danger wasn’t real.

And one where the only thing that mattered was the two of us sharing a moment of passion fulfilling intense needs.

Yet the struggle was real.

For both of us.

We had no business touching or kissing.

No right to interfere with this mission, which could still have an unfavorable outcome. But here we were, two people desperate to feel again.

So I tossed all the concerns aside, spreading my legs wide open for him. I turned my head to the side, staring out the slender crack in the drapes at the waning sun. Every touch of his fingers heated my skin. Every swipe of his tongue invigorated my senses.

When he pulled the tender tissue of my aching bud into his mouth, I bit back a moan. The walls were thin, sound creating additional danger.

He swiped his tongue down my pussy, taking his time as he lapped up my juice. I was already wet, so much so my pussy was throbbing. My core was on fire, tingling sensations sweeping along every inch of my body.

And just like the dream, this was perfect.

He spread my pussy lips open with his thumbs, taking his time as he licked me. There was something so incredibly powerful about the guttural sounds coming from deep within him. How was it possible I’d instantly disliked the man and now craved him as I did air to breathe?

A slight laugh threatened to give away my selfish thoughts. I tugged on his hair and he responded by driving two fingers deep inside. As soon as he began pumping them, I slapped my hand over my mouth.

There was no chance I could keep completely silent. None.

I shifted back and forth as he added a third and fourth finger, flexing them open as he thrust hard and fast.

The sensations were wild, every nerve standing on end. How was it possible no man had ever brought me to such a delicious state of mind and body before him? How did Maddox seem to know instinctively what I needed?

What I’d craved for so long?

My toes curled as he feasted, licking with such fervency that I was left breathless and incapable of thinking. There was such darkness in him, a brutal nature that easily scared others away.

That’s what he wanted.

To offer no sense of light, no pretense that he would give a damn about them. But even with his roughness, there was a tender side, a need to connect with someone.

Just like I’d felt.

So alone.

So lonely.

With him, I felt very much alive. I craved living. Just like he’d insisted I do.

He split my legs even further apart, pushing my knees against the bed, pinning me down until his thirst was quenched. In the next few seconds, I was aware of every sight and sound, every tingling sensation just before I couldn’t hold back any longer.

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