*Isla*
“No?”
I repeat Maddox’s response to asking him to leave my room, unable to believe that he’s just replied to me in that fashion.
“What do you mean no?” I ask him. He’s just driven four hours to speak to me about the queen contest I’ve found about from my cousin, but when I’ve reached a point of being so unbelievably frustrated I can’t handle it anymore, I need a break from him. I need him to just go.
“I mean, no, I’m not leaving. Not right now. Not when you’re still so angry at me,” he says with a simple shrug.
“Maddox, clearly, there’s nothing that you can say that is going to make me understand what you are thinking and why you are doing this. Why not just let me get some sleep, and we can talk about this more in the morning? Maybe I will be able to comprehend it better then.” I hope that my explanation is getting through to him.
“I have to leave first thing in the morning,” he says, and I feel my heart melt at his words.
He’s leaving so soon? He literally just got here, and he’s turning around and leaving again already?
“Why did you drive all the way here just for a few hours?” I ask him, but exhausted and exasperated.
He shakes his head. “What else was I going to do, Isla? I had to talk to you in person. We weren’t getting anywhere on the phone, obviously.”
I open my mouth and shut it. He’s right, of course. I did hang up on him… twice. Sighing, I drop my head into my hands and run my fingers through my hair, scratching at the top of my head with my nails. I wish I could just go back to before Antony told me about all of this and be in the dark again. It had been easier that way, even if I would’ve found out eventually.
Maddox’s hands are on me. His touch is light at first, but then, I feel his warm breath on my skin before his lips insist I move my hands away from my head so that he can access my neck.
I know what he’s doing, and part of me wants to shout at him to stop. I’m too mad to have sex right now, and he’s treating me like I am just a breeder again, his property to command.
But at the same time, I have no idea when I might see him again. It’s been too long since he left, and how he’s back, and I want to take advantage of his proximity.
He nips at my neck, sucking and licking until I tip my head back with a sigh almost deep enough to be a moan. I can’t push him away, even though I want to. His hands slip up to my breasts as he begins to massage my nipples through the fabric of my thin nightgown. Ripples of excitement wash through me as my mind begins to slip away. Why is he so skilled at making me feel so unbelievable?
Giving in is my only option at this point because my body is betraying me. Even if I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, I don’t think a comprehendible sentence would come out from between my pants and moans.
Maddox reaches down and grabs the hem of my nightgown, lifting it and pulling it off over my head, tossing it aside, and leaving me in my panties with the blankets tangled around my thighs. With more access, his lips sink to my left nipple, and he swirls around my sensitive bud as I feel my lips quivering. Wetness pools between my thighs, and that ache he is so good at setting ablaze within me begins to pulsate within me.
Guiding me back onto the pillow, he continues to suck my nipples to life, one and then the other. His hand pushes the blankets aside as he splits my thighs with his hips. The weight of him on top of me feels soothing in a way that my mind craves and my body needs.
He kisses his way down my stomach to my soaking panties. Through the thin fabric, he kisses my mound and then begins to explore my folds, pressing the lacy silk into me. My fingers tangle in his hair as I press him into my heat. I want him to move that thin barrier out of the way and taste me, but he continues to tease me for several minutes until I am begging him. “Please, Maddox. Please….”
“Please what, baby?” he asks in a teasing voice.
I know what he is doing, and it’s another reason for me to be angry at him. But for now, my body is reacting to his, and I just need him to put his mouth on me. Now.
“Please… take me.” My voice vibrates, and I hear the lust in my voice.
The rumble of his chuckle even makes me lift my hips against him.
He hooks his thumbs through my panties and tosses them on the floor. Still, he is teasing me. His warm breath coats my skin, and again I am bucking against him.
When his tongue touches my flesh, a soothing balm to my heated skin, he is still taking his time, barely flicking against me until I think I’m going to lose my mind. He’s teasing me, doing his best to get me as bothered as possible so that he can be my hero who ends the torture his touch is causing to stream throughout my entire body.
My fingers are still tangled in his hair so I pull him toward me as I continue to lift my hips against him. No matter how hard I press, it seems I can’t ever get him close enough to me.
His tongue plunges deep inside of me, and my head falls backward, a loud whimper escaping my mouth. His control has dissipated completely as he begins to lick and suck me, savagely. My juices coat his face as he laps them up like a drunkard with his favorite vice.
Maddox quickly sends me tipping over the edge as an orgasm rips through my body. I hold onto his hair as I gasp for air, every muscle in my body curling in on itself as I lose my ability to reason.
I haven’t recovered when he pulls his face away from me and yanks his pants down, plunging inside of me so that he’s buried to the hilt. My sensitive clit is on fire with pleasure as he begins to hammer inside of me, over and over again, never letting me come down from the peak of ecstasy.
Maddox wraps his hands around the headboard to gain more leverage as his hips slam into my burning thighs. I am shouting his name, cursing, moaning, sounding like a wild animal myself as I can’t even open my eyes to focus. He always makes me feel unbelievable, but at the moment, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this amazing before in my entire life.
I feel him tightening up, beginning to grunt, and I fully expect to feel his seed spreading inside of me, but he stops, pulling out of me, leaving me surprised and questioning what is happening.
Without a word, Maddox takes hold of my hips and swivels me over onto my knees. He takes a pillow and shoves it beneath my breasts, turning me over, and then, he is inside of me again, his back lying against mine as my body accepts even more of his punishing pleasure.
I can’t breathe, and my clit is on fire, but it feels so good, I can’t ask him to stop. I am plunging over the edge again and again, and when he finally does grab my hips and tug my bottom to him a few times more harshly than before, my body is tingling and glistening with sweat.
Maddox moves aside, and I flip over onto my back, my lungs still fighting to suck in air as I stare up at the ceiling, still seeing stars in my field of vision.
It doesn’t take him as long to recover, but he is still out of breath for a few moments.
Once I can breathe again, I pull the blankets back over myself, turning to look at him.
He seems ready to fall asleep. Has he worn himself out to the point that we are not even going to talk about what he came here to discuss to begin with?
Does he think that having sex has solved all of the issues we were having?
The room suddenly seems silent, and I don’t know what to do or say. He isn’t snoring, but then he doesn’t snore most of the time. His breathing is shallow and even.
Is he asleep?
“Maddox?” It’s a half whisper as I am nervous to actually wake him if he is sleeping.
But how am I just supposed to go to sleep when I’d asked him to leave? Does he really think I’m just fine right now?
“Maddox?” I say it slightly louder this time, still tentative. I don’t want to argue again, but I do want to continue to talk about what we’d been discussing before. I’d told him to leave, but things had suddenly taken a change that needed to be talked about.
“Hmm?” he asks, but he doesn’t open his eyes. He is more or less asleep. He looks so handsome with his skin still damp from sweat and the moonlight streaming in through the part in the curtains, illuminating his face.
“Are we going to talk about this?” I ask him, not sure if I want to wake him up or not.
“No.” He turns over and yanks the covers up over his shoulder. “Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” I echo, but this time he doesn’t respond. It’s so easy for him to just turn his mind off and go to sleep.
But it isn’t for me.
And even though he knows how to make me feel spectacular in bed… and even though I love him more than anything… and even though I am carrying his child… I’m not sure I can stay here.
Even if he promises me that the situation with the other girls means nothing to him.
Because it still means everything to me.