Page 161 of When Hearts Surrender

“I’m yours forever, this lifetime and all the lifetimes thereafter.”

Chapter 59

My body is onfire and I feel his heated presence behind me.

The scent of amber and sandalwood wafts to my nose and I rake in a greedy inhale as my eyes flutter open, slowly adjusting to the darkness of our bedroom. I’m lying on my side on our bed, my skin sensitive and tingling as he presses up against me.

Everything feels taut. Achy. My breasts swollen and my pussy throbbing.

He rains hot kisses on my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh as his fingers circle my swollen clit before dipping into my wet pussy. I whimper, my body coming alive for him.

“My little muse, I’ve missed this,” he rasps. He grinds his hard body behind me, his thick cock thrusting against the cleft of my ass. “Fuck, I’ve missed this. Every night when we were apart, I’d wish I were by your side. Touching you. Kissing you. Making love to you.”

“Maxwell,” I moan, arching against him, suddenly realizing I’m already naked. He must’ve taken off my nightgown during the night.

The thought that he’s so desperate for me has wetness seeping out of my core.

“Yes, my love.” He grabs my breasts, kneading the soft mounds, and I whimper. “Fuck, I love your body.”

“But your wounds. Are you sure?”

He has only been home for a few days, and while the doctor has given him the all clear, I’ve been hesitant, afraid I’ll somehow hurt him. The image of him bleeding in my arms is still traumatizing.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ll to go crazy if I wait any longer.”

Growling, he bites my neck, his fingers plucking my nipples, tugging the distended ends before flicking the tips.

Sharp pleasure shoots to my clit and I let out a lusty moan.

“So sensitive for me.” He moves his hand up my body and slides a finger into my mouth.

I swirl my tongue around it before biting the tip, my other hand reaching between us to grip his cock, and he hisses. He’s so hot and hard in my hands. My core clenches, needing him inside me. I pump his shaft, my thumb rubbing over the slit, and he trembles, his hips snapping into my body.

“Fuck, oh shit,” he groans, his breathing loud. “Belle, I’m feral for you.”

He flips me over, so I’m flat on my back. My fingers trail greedily over his body, feeling every pulse of his corded muscles, every ridge of his scars decorating his body like the most beautiful art.

His eyes glint in the tiniest sliver of moonlight shining in between the gap of the curtains. His gaze is smoldering, intense. Dark orbs of fire.

Maxwell hovers above me, his hard cock notched between my legs, grinding tortuously against my clit with each pass. I thrash underneath him, needing more connection, needing him inside me, needing to feel him come apart in my arms.

I almost lost him. Forever.

The thought slips in as desperation floods my insides. I dig my nails into his back and he growls.

“Little muse.” His voice is urgent, like he senses my changing mood.

“I need you. Inside me. Around me.” The words tumble out on choked gasps.

“Always.” A vow. A tremor in his voice.

With a deep stroke, he thrusts his hard cock into the hilt and I scream in pleasure.

Maxwell slams his lips on mine as he twines our fingers together, pinning my hands above my head. Our hearts surrender to each other as our bodies do the same. We move our mouths in unison, tonguestangling, twisting in desperation, two souls lost in the arid desert, finally finding an oasis with life-sustaining water.

My senses are overloaded with him. His touch. His scent. His taste.

More. I need more.

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