Page 6 of Maddox

They were so expressive, but there was also an extreme sadness to them.

He took a deep breath as the air between us heated to a thousand degrees. Maybe the hurt from going through a bitter divorce and all the ugly things Brian had said during the last weeks together had stripped me of common sense. Whatever the case, when Maddox brushed his fingers down my arm, the jarring crackle of electricity brought an overwhelming need to be in his arms.

I rubbed my hand up his chest, darting my eyes back and forth across his. The connection was real. I could feel it in my bones. Everything about the moment was strangely alluring, pulling me into an entirely different kind of darkness than I’d ever experienced.

The moment he shifted one hand to my arm, an audible moan escaped my mouth. As I leaned in, my other hand clutched his shirt.

“I’ll get you out alive. I promise,” he muttered. His tone was huskier and more on edge.

I expected him to pull away.

But he didn’t.

As he cupped my face, rubbing his thumb across my cheek, I licked my lips. Maybe in anticipation. Maybe as an invitation. Ididn’t care about how right or wrong this was or even about the danger lurking in the night.

I just wanted to feel something other than anxiety and self-hatred. I wanted to feel alive.

“God help me,” he whispered before capturing my mouth.

We were dirty and sweaty, wet and the man was injured, but nothing seemed to matter but touching each other.

Holding each other.

His kiss was as powerful as the man, his lips soft while his hold showed off his dominating style. He lifted me off my feet, kicking the jeans from around my ankle aside. As he cupped my bottom with one hand, I slid my arms around him. I tugged on his shirt until I was able to slide my hands underneath, marveling at the feel of his sculpted muscles. There were also scars crisscrossing his skin.

They were enticing, creating a need to see every inch of the man. But that wasn’t going to happen here and not now. What we were doing and about to do was dangerous. He thrust his tongue inside, taking control of mine.

My heart thumped in my chest and my pulse rose, yet that was nothing in comparison to the deep throbbing in my pussy. He was rough yet sweet, exploring every inch of my mouth. Every few seconds I moaned, the man capturing the sound.

The desire was strong, a need that consumed both of us. Just feeling the crushing weight of his massive body provided some sense of comfort, heightening the anticipation. I wanted this man like I had no other.

He pulled our lips apart, his breathing as labored as mine. As he pressed our foreheads together, I sensed he was debating whether to go any further.

“Please. Just… I need to feel again.” My words were laced with lust and they seemed to fuel his.

As he moved back, I was fearful the moment was over.

But it wasn’t.

With a gentle touch, he pulled me to my knees on the hard surface, positioning the clothes so there’d be something soft to lie on. He didn’t waste time, unfastening his belt and cargo pants. The moment he freed his cock, I half laughed.

“You’re huge.” Whether he wanted me to or not, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking him and rolling my thumb in lazy circles. He studied what I was doing, a wry smile crossing his face. This was sinful, filthy in every way, but the erotic moment was one I’d remember.

With one arm around my back, he used the muscles in his other to lower us both to the rocky surface. The feel of his cock settling between my legs brought goosebumps dancing across my skin.

“Are you sure this won’t hurt you?” I asked as he slipped his fingers into the elastic of my panties.

His laugh was short and dark. “Not a chance.” For such a rough man, he was tender as he removed my thong, taking a deep breath immediately afterwards. “Stunning.”

I hadn’t felt stunning in a long time. As a shiver tore through me, he eased my legs apart. This wasn’t about a romantic interlude. There would be no additional foreplay and neither one of us cared.

This was about carnal need helping to break free of the fear and anger, the anxiety and danger.

His eyes never leaving mine, he eased the tip of his cock against my slickened folds. My pussy was already clenching and releasing, the rest of my body tingling from excitement. As he slipped his shaft inside, I arched my back, shuddering. The man was huge, my muscles aching immediately.

How long had it been since I’d experienced even brief passion? Months? Years? I gripped his arms as he pushed deeper inside, the last thrust pulling me into pure ecstasy.

“Oh, yes. So… Amazing,” I managed as he shifted his hips back and forth until he was fully seated inside.

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