Page 12 of Awakening Anna

His words helped her relax as he secured the cool silk over her eyes. Instantly, she noticed the crickets chirping outside, smelled the lavender on her sheets, and felt the moisture in the air settle on her skin.

Long seconds passed with no movement from Max. No touch or words. And then he slid a finger into Anna’s mouth to touch the tip of her tongue. She tasted the salt on his skin before he withdrew to trail the damp digit down her neck and over her left breast. Anna’s arms strained against the scarves, reminding her that she was bound.

Defenseless.

Before she could panic, Max dropped a kiss on the inside of her knee. The gesture took her by surprise. The next kiss was on the inside of her thigh, increasing her anticipation of what would follow. When his lips grazed her naval, Anna’s hips lifted off the bed.

“Does this feel good so far?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

“What would feel even better?”

“Max, please.”

“Tell me.”

Her breath thinning, Anna focused on her body.

“My breasts,” she finally said. “Touch my breasts.”

Strong hands made contact, kneading and molding her. His thumbs brushed her nipples, sending currents to her core.

“Does that feel good?” he asked again.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice heavy.

“What would feel even better?”

Max’s breath caressed her neck as he spoke, and Anna knew her next answer.

“Your mouth,” she said. “Your mouth on my skin would be even better.”

Again, he obeyed, and Anna became a live wire, her world limited to the sensations stemming from her breasts. The raw power raging through her.

After licking and sucking each peak, Max said, “Where else do you want me to touch you, Anna?”

“Between my legs,” she said, spreading for him. “Taste me, Max.”

Firm hands cupped her ass, lifting her to him, and when Max’s mouth sucked hard against her, Anna cried out. Pain or pleasure, there was no difference now. His tongue slid between her folds, and he opened her wider with his thumbs. Without further instruction, his tongue plunged inside, and Anna’s hands wrapped around the cold bars.

She rose to meet every lick and thrust, begging for more while begging for mercy. His name tumbled off her lips when the first wave took her under, stealing her breath and tightening every muscle in her body. Max never slowed the pace, sending her crashing again and again.

When she was certain she’d reached her limit, Max lifted the scarf away from her eyes. He braced her heels on his shoulders, then clamped hard on her hips before driving into her. Sweat glistened on his skin as damp hair clung to his forehead.

With eyes the color of coal, he held her gaze as he thrust over and over, teeth bared and body rigid. Anna clung to the headboard, taking him deep and riding the rising tide again.

“Come with me, Max,” she whispered breathlessly. “Come with me.”

As if the words were what he’d needed, Max gave a barbaric growl, driving home one final time. His body shuddered against hers as spasms shot through her extremities. Rocked by the power of the release, Anna could do little more than hold on, waiting for the tremors to subside.

After dropping a series of kisses down her abdomen, Max lowered Anna’s legs and leaned up to release her hands. He then stretched out beside her, pulling her hard against him.

As the euphoria faded, Anna absorbed everything about the moment, certain that she would never experience anything this amazing ever again.

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