Page 98 of The Forbidden Trio

“Good girl. Thebestgirl.”

It was true. She was an incredible woman, an incredible submissive. And their connection, this experience, went beyond anything he’d ever had with anyone else.

“You’ve done so well, baby. I couldn’t be more pleased with you,” he told her and smiled when she did.

Incredible.

Aster watched as he set the knife down on the nightstand. She was suffused with warmth and endorphins and surging desire as he unbuckled her cuffs. She put her arms out, and he climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his lap. She curled into his strong chest, lifted her chin to be kissed, and he took her mouth in a ferocious kiss so full of ownership it made her want to swoon. She alreadywasswooning after what they’d done together. She felt as if he couldn’t touch her enough, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. They were on the same page, immersed in this moment, and it was dizzying.

His hands wandered her body as she clung to him, his touch, his kiss, grounding her. At the same time, she needed more.

“Please, Sir…” she murmured against his mouth.

He pulled back, his blue eyes dark and glittering, and he simply watched her, his gaze entirely focused on her face. Time seemed to be suspended as she floated in his embrace, under his gaze. Under his hands.

Then he pushed her down on the bed, stripped his pants off and, pausing only to sheath his heavy cock in a condom, he rose over her and pushed inside.

Pleasure shimmered, spread to every limb, to every inch of her skin, to every cell in her body. And as he began to pump into her, all she could do was hold on, her arms twined around his neck. His breathing was ragged as he trailed rough kisses down her throat, her shoulder, as he bit into her flesh.

“Max… Sir…”

“My baby. My girl,” he rasped. “Can you come again for me?”

“Yes!”

He angled his hips, his thick cock filling her, his pelvis hitting her swollen clit over and over. And in moments she was coming in deep, shuddering waves.

“Ah, God!” she cried.

“I’m coming baby!”

He lifted his head and roared his pleasure, his hips slamming into hers. And beneath him, she was shattered, swimming in pleasure, breathing him in.

He went still for a moment, then he started kissing her neck once more, but this time it was soft and sensual, his lips so sweet and tender it brought tears to her eyes.

After some time had passed, he picked her up and carried her into the big shower. The water stung the shallow cuts on her thighs and her stomach, but he washed them—and the rest of her body, even shampooing her hair—so carefully, so lovingly. She let herself melt into the moment, into his touch. Every now and then he’d stop what he was doing to kiss her, and she thought from where she floated that thismustbe love.

Some distant part of her wanted to question it, but she was too mesmerized by him, too deep in subspace, to figure it out. But what was there to figure out, really? Everything felt so good right now. Anything else could wait.

Max watched her sleeping, feeling a little foolish. But she was so damn beautiful, so peaceful. Her skin was pale and luminous in the morning light, and her hair was all over the pillows, wavy after having gone to bed with it still wet from the shower last night.

Last night. It had been incredible. Everything was different with Aster. Everything with her was so heightened he felt he’d reached planes he’d never even gotten close to before.

Her lashes fluttered, opened, and she grinned. “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Maybe.” Her grin was infectious, and he laughed. “Yeah, I was. Coffee, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

He gave her a quick kiss—quick so he wasn’t tempted to stay in bed and skip the coffee—then got up and headed for the kitchen. It only took a few minutes, then he carried the two steaming mugs back to the big bed and set them on the nightstand.

“It’s too hot to drink yet. Give it a moment.”

He bent to kiss her again, and he couldn’t help but burrow his fingers in her hair and pull just a little too hard, making her sigh.

“How are you doing, pretty girl?”

“I’m wonderful. Amazing. Even better when you pull my hair. You do itjust right, you know,” she said, batting her long lashes.

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