Page 69 of When Hearts Surrender

But to be safe, I creak open the door to check and I hear faint noises coming from somewhere inside the room. Blowing out a deep breath, I step inside and marvel at the masculine space lit up by a sleek lamp on the nightstand.

Dark wood paneling with wainscoting leads to an arched ceiling. There’s a king-sized bed with a navy tufted headboard and gray comforter facing a black marble fireplace. A lounge area by the bay windows is set up with a modern table and gray wingback chairs.

The fragrances of sandalwood and amber permeate the air—his scent, and I draw in a deep inhale, a heady warmth spreading inside me. My body comes alive with awareness of the only man who has ever enthralled me. The unattainable man.

Light seeps in from a cracked open door and I hear the sounds of water and someone mumbling.

Holding my breath, I tiptoe to the doorway and my heart stutters and stops.

Steam fogs up the bathroom and I see his backside, all rippling muscles and restrained power, underneath a large shower. The hot water pelts his hair and body, but he doesn’t appear to mind. His head is dipped down, one hand pressed against the dark marble wall. His other arm is moving quickly in angry motions, the steam from the shower preventing me from seeing what he’s doing, but I have a pretty good idea.

I release a thready exhale and swallow, my skin feeling warm to the touch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters, his voice angry as his arm moves faster.

“Damn it,” he grunts and lets out a tortured groan.

I should look away, but I can’t. Every atom in my body is attuned to the sex god in front of me.

Maxwell turns around, dragging his free hand over his wet hair before slamming it against the glass door, the sudden movement drenching the door in a deluge of water, un-fogging it temporarily.

His eyes are closed, a vein pulsing on his forehead, his jaw locked as he works his hand up and down, up and down, his biceps flexing. I drag my gaze down his body, past all his glorious muscles and beautiful scars, to the glorious weapon between his thighs.

He’s thick and long, much bigger than the two guys I’ve been with in the past. The tip of his cock is deep red as it disappears and reappears in his fist. It looks angry, furious, just like its master.

Liquid pools between my legs and my sticky clothes feel abrasive against my skin. I clench my pussy and press my thighs together, but it does nothing to stem the pulsing need inside me.

“Fuck, Belle! What are you doing to me?” Maxwell roars.

He’s thinking about me and I shiver.I have been here all along—why have you stayed away?

He fucks his fist harder and I’m burning for him, wanting him to touch me. To ease his pain inside me.

A whimper slips out of my lips.

His eyes snap open and meet mine—the gaze of a villain—and those gray eyes turn impossibly darker and more intense.

He doesn’t slow his movements but instead trails his gaze over my body, his nostrils flaring, and I look down, realizing I have a hand curled over my breast.

Maxwell steps closer to the shower door, his large hand dragging up and down his beautiful thick cock in agonizing slow motions, his mouth parting as he releases one raspy breath after another.

I’m so wet and achy and the intensity in his gaze only fans the flames inside me. My feet move, an invisible tug pulling me toward this man who has driven me insane ever since I’ve met him.

He pauses as he stares at me, his hand curling around his dick in a death grip and his entire body stills, as if he’s making a decision.

The steam fogs the space between us as I walk toward him, my mind mad with need—the need to touch him, to trail my fingers up and down his powerful body, to feel him inside me, filling me up, owning me completely.

Suddenly, his body bursts with movement.

He pushes open the shower door and hauls me inside, and the hot water immediately drenches my body and clothes.

He looks at me in awe, his eyes dipping to my lips, his heavy breathing fanning my face. But the split-second reverence is quickly masked as his asshole persona slips into place.

Spinning me around, he presses my face against the cool glass, his arm curled tightly around my waist. His body cages me in as his teeth nip my ear.

“You’re going to give me an heir, aren’t you?” he growls, his words sending a tremor down my body.

I let out a moan.Yes. I want this. I want you. I want everything.

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