Page 52 of Fatal Bonds

My mouth goes dry, my pulse breaking into a sprint at the erotic sight, and I know without him telling me that it’s because he felt the same sexual tension in the office as I did. He wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted him to, and now he’s taking care of his arousal on his own because I told him I don’t want him to touch me. The tension in his face makes me think that, as much as he says he’s been getting me out of his system and that our marriage will only be temporary, he’s not as unaffected by me as he would like me to think. Heat floods my body at the realization, and my core clenches as I watch the intimate scene with stunned fascination.

There are a hundred and one reasons I shouldn’t give in to temptation, but the desire to join him is so intense, I’m stripping out of my pants and panties before I even realize what I’m doing. The wet spot in the crotch of my blue lace says just how much I want him, and my clit pulses with anticipation as I drop my bra and glasses on the pile of my clothes and step inside the shower.

Breath trapped in my throat, I kneel before him, grasping Maks’s thighs, and my heart stutters when he releases a choked grunt, his sharp blue eyes flying open. He stops his steady strokes, his fist wrapped around the base of his cock as the tendons in his neck strain with tension. Molten heat burns in his gaze, and he swallows hard as I wrap my hand around his swollen length and swirl my thumb across his thick tip.

“Lindsey,” he rasps, his voice agonized as his hips jerk forward.

“I want this,” I murmur and lean in to wrap my lips around his dripping head, licking up the salty precum.

“Fuuuck,” he hisses, his eyes sliding closed as he gently cups the back of my head, and when I take him slowly into my mouth, his fingers curl in my hair.

A shiver races up my spine at his deep groan of appreciation, and when his abs tighten, his hips rocking with my motion, my core starts to throb. Wet heat floods my channel, and I moan as the intensity of my arousal makes the world spin around me. Goosebumps prickle along my scalp as Maks drags the elastic from my hair and the soft strands fall across my back. Closing my eyes, I take him deeper down my throat, and my stomach flip-flops excitedly when he twitches against my tongue.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,zaya,” Maks growls, his touch so gentle it makes me tingle.

As he lets me suck his cock the way I want to—without taking control or pushing my boundaries—a strange, quivering anticipation flutters in my stomach. I don’t know this side of Maks. I’m used to him taking charge. I’ve always been turned on by the way he does that—commanding me, controlling my pleasure as he claims me the way he wants to. And it sends a thrill through my body to realize he’s letting me set the pace this time.I’min control.

“God,fuck,” he moans, his cock thickening against the back of my throat as I take as much of him as I can without gagging. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come.”

Anticipation pools in my belly, and I squirm with the desire to play with myself.

“Fuck, Lindsey, I want to touch you so fucking bad,” Maks rasps, echoing my thoughts, and I can’t resist the temptation.

Heat hammers through my veins, and I groan as the excitement building in my core comes spilling out across my folds. Opening my eyes, I look up at Maks, watching him pointedly as I slowly release his cock with a soft pop. His tip bounces upward, nearly hitting his abdomen, he’s so hard, and I suck my lip into my mouth to savor the taste of him before I get up. Maks’s large hands take mine as he helps me to my feet, and the air is heavy with steam and the heat of anticipation as he leans toward me.

“Please, Lindsey,” he murmurs, his words whispering across my skin as his eyes ask for my permission.

My heart hammers against my ribs, as I realize he’s not going to touch me without my consent, and the sense of empowerment that gives me takes my breath away. Dizzy with need, I nod as I step into him, splaying my fingers across his strong chest. “Touch me,” I whisper.

Fierce desire consumes his chiseled face, and he cradles my cheek with one palm as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me firmly against him. I gasp as his erection presses against my belly, making my clit throb. Then his lips seal against mine in a tender kiss. His tongue darts out, teasing the seam of my mouth, and when I wrap my arms around his neck, all my resistance—all the tension from keeping my distance—comes crashing down around me. His fingers are soft and inviting as they trail slowly down my neck and chest to curve around my breast, and he palms me gently as his thumb circles the taut flesh.

Goosebumps ripple across my skin at the way he caresses me, each movement deliberate and so tender it makes my chest ache. My lungs are screaming for oxygen when he finally breaks our kiss, and he sinks to a knee in front of me as he wraps his lips around my nipple, teasing one with his fingers and the other with his tongue. His free hand grasps my hip, his fingers pressing into my skin. I gasp as a jolt of pleasure races up my spine, my clit throbbing as he stimulates me with the lightest touch. Combing my fingers into his hair, I brush it back from his beautiful face, mesmerized by the way he seems to be worshiping my body. My breasts feel so tender and swollen, each teasing brush of his tongue makes me pulse with growing need, and I arch into him.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, my stomach fluttering as I climb quickly toward an orgasm before he’s even touched that part of me that’s desperate for release.

Maks hums appreciatively, the deep sound vibrating through my body as his fingers knead my sensitive flesh, and I cry out as an orgasm rips through me with astonishing force. I pant with the intensity of it and the way it hits me like a bolt out of the blue. As all the blood rushes from my head to pool between my thighs, I’m suddenly swaying on my feet. Maks’s strong hand grasps my hip more firmly, steadying me as his mouth continues to suck and tease my breast until the last pulsing waves of pleasure subside. Releasing my nipples, he looks up the length of my body, and the burning hunger in his eyes melts my core.

“God, I’ve missed that sound,” he rasps, both hands grasping my hips as he turns me so my back is pressed against the cool stone of the shower wall. Then his head dips as he brushes a soft kiss across my clit.

I whimper, pulsing desire throbbing to life between my thighs. Maks isn’t holding back at all this time. It feels like he’s determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from my body, and I’m so eager for relief, I’m powerless to stop it. I don’t doubt that I’ll regret letting down my walls again, when it was so painful to put them up, but right now, all I can think about is the pleasure only Maks can give me. So when he takes my knee, hooking it over his shoulder, I willingly let him spread my legs as he kneels between my thighs. Electricity crackles up my spine as his tongue parts my folds, delving into me. His agonized groan vibrates against my flesh, making me gasp and my walls clench.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,zaya,” he murmurs, his hot breath rushing across my oversensitive flesh, and my leg still holding me up nearly buckles as our eyes meet between my breasts.

Swallowing hard, I nod and lick my lips as I stare down at the single sexiest man I’ve ever met. Maks kneeling before me, his fingers indenting my skin as he holds me upright, his lips whispering across my clit as he looks up at me makes my pulse spike, and I release a shaky breath to try and calm my racing heart. Then he wraps his lips around my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I see stars as he starts to gently suck.

Mewling with pleasure, I tremble uncontrollably in his hands, each throbbing pulse washing through me like a tidal wave. I writhe against his hot mouth as he lashes his tongue across my oversensitive flesh. He’s not teasing me at all tonight. He’s chasing my pleasure, driving my arousal with deliberation, granting me every orgasm he deprived me of the last time we were together, and when he slides two fingers inside my hot channel, I completely fall apart.

“Fuck—Maks,fuck!” I scream, my walls clenching around the slow, steady penetration as I urge him deeper inside me.

His fingers curl, coaxing my orgasm to new heights as he thrusts in rhythm with my pulsing release, and I pant, my grip tightening on the roots of his hair as I ride the molten euphoria. Trembling uncontrollably, I lean heavily against the wall as my spine tingles. My legs feel like noodles, and without Maks’s firm grip on my hip, I know I would be on the shower floor.

With a hum of approval, he releases the suction on my clit and slowly lowers my foot to the ground before coming to a stand. My fingers slip from his wet locks as he towers over me, my body so weak with relief it’s all I can do to stay upright, and my heart flutters as he traps me against the shower wall with his arms.

“I love it when you scream my name,” he purrs, grasping my chin and tipping it up until our lips meet.

I can taste the tang of my arousal on his tongue, and my stomach knots with fresh anticipation as his hips rock forward, trapping his swollen cock between us.

“I want you,” I breathe against his lips, and when I reach down to grip his hard length, a low growl rumbles from his chest.

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