Page 181 of Maddox
“Maddox,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his.
“I got you, princess. For-fucking-ever,” he groans, taking my mouth in a searing kiss.
Breathless, I frown when he pulls back, only to comply as he shoves my sweatshirt and shirt off my head and tosses them away.
When his dark eyes drop to my heaving chest, I lean back with a kernel of awareness. Would he want me if he knew that I kissed that Aces scum and writhed on his erection to save my life?
“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, touching my cheek and when I meet his gaze, I relax into the mattress.
If anyone understands what I did to survive, it’s Maddox and as he traces his finger over my bottom lip before skating down my chin, over my chest and around my areola, I let the dirty past go, knowing this man will wash me clean.
“Mm,” he hums before sucking the peak between his lips.
Grabbing his hair, I stroke my fingers through the strands before arching against him and he looks up with a devilish grin. My heart pulses at that as he pushes me back to the bed and drops to the floor before unbuttoning my pants with deft fingers and shoving them and my panties to the floor.
Shivering at the rasp of his fingers when he spreads me wide, I arch into the air as he says, “Beautiful.”
Beyond proper speech, I can only moan when he drops his mouth to my core and licks between my folds in slow strokes, up, down and around.
“Please,” I cry, bowing off the bed.
“Sh,” he rumbles. “I know, princess. I’ve got you.”
He does, he definitely does as his wicked tongue presses against me in long strokes, sending liquid fire through my veins. With each pulse of pleasure, I squirm before grabbing his shoulders when he searches out my clit and suckles it gently between his lips.
“I need you,” I cry, digging my heels into the mattress.
“Fuck, Delaney,” he groans, as I cry out, the orgasm undulating through my body in waves.
While I pulse against him, he rises, pulls down his boxers and presses between my legs. And after running the length between my folds, and wetting the head with my arousal, he pushes inside, rasping, “Princess.”
My eyes roll and I follow his gaze to where we’re joined, the sight so beautifully erotic that I clench with need.
“Fuck,” he gasps, sliding to the end before pumping slowly inside me.
“More,” I moan, when he grabs my hips and adjusts his angle.
My heart flutters at his wicked smirk when he thrusts against that spot deep inside and an ache builds once more in my core.
“That’s it, princess,” he moans, and I wrap my legs around him, crying out as I crash over the edge again.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls, his mouth pulling back into a grimace while he pounds into me.
His panting breaths caress my face as he grabs my hips and sinks deep. And when he shudders, tears fill my eyes because he may never know but this moment healed a part of my newly broken soul.
“I need you too, princess,” he breathes into my ear before pressing his lips to nose in a gentle kiss.
The following morning, I wake to an empty bed and roll over to stare at the ceiling.
I hope Maddox isn’t squaring off against his dad again. If I’ve learned anything from this nightmare it’s that you can’t deny who you are and if you love someone, you don’t want them to be someone else for you.
Maybe my mom wouldn’t be where she is now if she had accepted Joker. I only know the basics of their past but based on what she said, I suspect she still cares for him.
Of course, if she hadn’t left with him, I wouldn’t be here. In some ways this feels like a redo of their past mistakes and although the thought is weird, it inspires me to seek Maddox out.
I can’t control what Joker decides in terms of the Saints as a whole but surely there’s a way to make this work without Maddox leaving the life he loves for me.
Unfortunately, after dressing, brushing a comb through my hair and cleaning my teeth, I’m jolted from my mission when I find Mom and Peter waiting in the main room.
