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“Oh, princess, you really do love me.” He grins wildly as he picks up the restraints. “Trust me?”
I drop the box and move to stand before him, pulling off my hoodie and tank, letting them fall to the ground, leaving me in just my leggings and panties. “With my life.”
He drinks me in with his eyes, pausing on my wounds, before savagely grasping my hips, closing the distance between us and kissing me like the beast I know and love.
We’re all desperate hands and hungry mouths as we kiss with wild abandon. Picking me up and urging my legs to wrap around his hips, he takes me to the bed and gently lays me down next to the array of sex toys. His body follows mine before he slams his mouth back onto mine once more.
“You taste so fucking good.”
His dick is huge behind his jeans, and the need for him runs through me harder and hotter than I ever remember feeling. He pulls back, sweeping most of the toys back into the box on the floor, and looks down at me with so much love, I feel more cherished than I ever have.
“You sure you’re good with this? It’s not too soon?” he asks, the soft padded cuffs hanging from his finger. My heart races, but I nod. No time like the present to get back on the horse. The bruises on my wrists are still healing and my ribs ache, but if nothing else, this whole ordeal has only reinforced just how short life is.
“Words, princess.”
I nod again and say, “Yes, I’m okay. I trust you.”
If someone would have told me a few months ago that I’d be here, with him, saying these words, I’d have laughed in their face, but a lot has changed in the last few months.
I raise my arms above my head, a drop of fear and anticipation rushing down my spine as he ties my wrists together, and to the bed frame. “If you need to stop, use your safe word.”
“I know, but I won’t. I’m okay.” I refuse to let fear rule my life anymore. I’ve let myself be weak enough since they found me, enough is enough. There’s too much out there that I have to deal with. In here, with him, with them, I’m not going to be afraid anymore.
He kisses me again, working his way down my body until he pulls my panties and leggings down, throwing them across the room. I shudder under his intense gaze and his eyes darken as he drinks me in. “You’re fucking stunning, princess. Words can’t do you justice.”
I feel a blush creeping up my neck and cheeks as he devours every inch of me with his eyes.
Without looking away from me, he reaches back, pulling off his shirt and throwing it to the side. Biting his bottom lip, my anticipation soars as Mav unbuttons his jeans then pulls his zipper down, his cock springing free. He lets his jeans and boxers fall to the floor, stepping out of them before crawling onto the bed.
“If I’d have lost you…” he trails off and I wish I could touch him. Offer him some comfort.
“You didn’t, and you never will.”
His eyes burn as he locks his gaze on mine, looking as fierce as I’ve ever seen him. “Mine,” he growls as he grabs the underside of my knees and pulls them up to my chest, his cock pushing inside me in one smooth move that has me arching my back like a wanton, sex-deprived vixen.
Possessing every part of me.
I gasp and Mav moves in to swallow my pleasure with an aggressive kiss that steals my breath. With his hands cradling my head, he thrusts in and out with abandon, making sure his every move rubs up against my clit. Wanting more, I wrap my legs around his waist, using my muscles to pull myself up on every push of his hips. I pull on my handcuffs out of habit, needing to touch him, to hold him, to show him how much he consumes me.
“Mav.” I gasp out his name. Not really knowing why, just needing to hear it. Needing him to hear his name—filled with need—falling from my lips. Lips he’s kissed and bruised.
“I love you.” The words are something like a prayer and he stills, hovering above me, looking down at me like I’m not real.
“Say it again.” His voice is little more than a whisper, as his shoulders strain where he holds himself above me.
“I love you, Maverick.”
His mouth crashes back onto mine and he devours me without a care in the world. He bites my bottom lip until I bleed. He sucks on my tongue.
“I love you too, princess,” he says as he thrusts into me with a vicious force that has my entire body hitching up toward my headboard, but Mav’s hands are there to protect me. Always protecting me, like he’s promised a thousand times.
He shows me all of him: his fierceness, his wounds, his weaknesses.
As he rubs up against my clit, I feel the first stirrings of another orgasm and I don’t even try to fight it. I let it happen, let him consume me.
Mav’s mouth moves to my neck and then my shoulder and just when I think I can’t hold my climax back, Mav sinks his teeth into the meaty part of my collarbone and my back flies off the bed, pinned by him above me.
Fucking me relentlessly, Mav doesn’t slow down as I ride the high of yet another orgasm, letting it rush through my bloodstream. He whispers words of devotion and protection as his orgasm takes over him and he spills inside of me.
Once we fall back down from the intense high, we’re both left panting, taking in jagged breaths. Mav reaches for the key and unshackles me, rubbing and kissing my wrists where the already-purple bruising looks angry from the pressure I put on them when I lost control.
“Don’t move,” he tells me in a quiet voice.
I feel like a cooked noodle and couldn’t move if a grizzly were chasing me down.
I watch, sighing at the sight of Mav’s painted back and glorious ass walking to the bathroom. I hear the water running and then he’s back with a washcloth. Slowly, he spreads my legs and places the warm cloth on my pussy, wiping it down gently. When he’s finished caring for me, he wraps himself around me and brings the covers back up.
We’re in our own little cocoon, his lips on the crown of my head when he whispers, “I love you, too, Octavia Royal.”
