Page 48 of Cadence
Chapter Twenty
Maddox
WhatamIdoing?
I’ve crossed the line straight into insanity, and I’m dragging everything I’ve built down with me. The band, the music, the one thing I swore I wouldn’t fucking touch.
I should pull back. Walk away. I wasn’t lying when I said that if I kissed her, I wouldn’t be able to stop, and now I’m preparing to do something much worse than a kiss. But the sound of her breath hitching, the way her body’s arching into mine, I’d rather burn it to the ground than stop now.
I told her Inothingher, but that was a damn lie. Every time she’s near, I can’t think, caught up in a chaotic swirl of desire, guilt, want, fear. Each one trying to rip me apart. But that sure as hell doesn’t stop me.
The need to ruin her has shifted from destructive to something more carnal, and now I want to fucking consume her.
And I hate myself for it.
She’s already shaking, her thighs twitching like she’s trying to hold herself together. I’ve barely touched her yet, just the mere suggestion of it as my knuckles ghost over the silk of her underwear.
Her hips shift involuntarily, chasing me as I drag my fingers lower, following the seam until they graze where she’s soaked through the fabric. It’s like fucking lightning, a high voltage jolt making her body buck as I don’t do more than tease her, wanting to savor this moment, committing everything to memory; the way her eyes flutter, the way her lips roll between her teeth like she’s trying to hold back a moan.
Slipping a finger under, I inhale a sharp breath, finding her slick and hot and goddamn perfect. I push farther inside, circling over that tight, aching bundle of nerves nestled between her legs.
Paige gasps, her head tipping back, throat bared like an offering. Her nails dig into my biceps, the sharp bite of pain only making it worse. My cock is rock hard, straining behind my zipper, every muscle in my body taut with a restraint I don’t have. I feel rabid, like I’ve been starved solely for her and now she’s here for the taking.
I curl my finger, just enough to breach her entrance, drawing a broken, breathy whimper that shoots straight through me. Running my nose up her throat, I nip at her jaw, tasting her skin, all salt and heat and sin, feeding the toxically infatuated part of me that doesn’t justwanther, but wants tobrandher.
The scent of her, sweet and heady, fills my lungs as I push inside, one finger sinking deep. Her body clenches around me as she moans, reacting like I’m the only one who’s ever touched her like this, and fuck if that doesn’t make me want more.
And it might just destroy us both.
Because I already know once isn’t going to be enough.
“This what you needed?” I breathe against her ear, pushing down the urge to rush through this, experiencing everything that is Paige as my lips brush skin I should never have touched, my tongue flicking the edge before I bite, hard.
“I’ve had better,” she says shakily, but the underlying bite to her words makes me smirk.
Even with my finger deep inside her pussy, she’s still full of sass. We’re playing with fire, pouring gasoline over every inch of us and sparking the match. But the way she moans as I pull out and rub her clit, I don’t care.
“Fighting me and still so fucking needy.” I laugh, dark and mocking, as her hips roll against my hand.
“Fuck you, I’m not ne—”
I tap my finger harder against her clit, creating a dirty rhythm just for her. Three fast, two slow, each one sending ripples through her body, eliciting a throaty gasp that cuts her off.
Her legs shake and her hand flies back to catch herself, knocking gear across the desk, not that she seems to notice. She’s losing herself in my touch, eyes closing, mouth parting in that silent, wanton way that I know is going to kill me.
I circle slowly, before one finger turns into two, and I imagine it’s not my fingers buried inside her. My hips twitch at the thought, my cock like steel and desperate for friction. She widens her legs farther, grinding down on me, chasing her release, too far gone to care.
She’s fucking breathtaking.
“You sure?” I ask against her throat, lips grazing skin I want to bite, bruise,mark. “Then why does it feel like you want more?”
I suck the spot between her shoulder and neck, making her shudder.
“Tell me what you want,” I rasp, needing to hear it to know she needs this as badly as I do.
“Don’t stop,” she pants, her plea tangled in a moan.
That does it. I fuck her with my fingers, hard and deep, curling just right until she lets out this high, guttural cry that makes my cock leak in my jeans. She rides my hand like it’s the only thing keeping her together, one leg tangled between mine, so beautiful in the way she begs for it,screamsfor it.
