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My eyes roll back in my head when the taste of her erupts on my tongue. It’s musky, sweet, and completely her. I knew it’s the last pussy I want to taste for the rest of my life. Fearing I’ve gone too far, I slowly pull her fingers from my mouth.

Her hooded eyes are filled with hunger, and the way she’s panting lets me know she enjoyed that as much as I did. She fists my shirt roughly, pulling me down until her mouth meets mine. This kiss is rough and demanding, and I meet her every demand. Then that hot little tongue licks the scar on my lips again, and I almost come right there on the damn spot.

"Put me on that counter, Big Guy. I want to come on your tongue," her silk voice commands without a hint of hesitation.

She’s going to wreck me. Ruin me. I’m going to worship her like a fucking cult. I’m not going to just eat her like the last supper, I’m going to devour her like the damn devil.

I pick her up, wrapping those luscious thighs around me, my lips never leaving hers. Never been one to be commanded in bed, butgoddamn, if it doesn’t put me on a high when she does it. Evie trusts me enough to let her guard down and make her demands, and I want nothing more than to meet her every single fucking one.

I sit her down gently on the bathroom counter, kneeling between her open legs, and kiss my way down her body. Taking my time kissing and licking at the scar on her sternum, I swirl my tongue around her belly button before stopping to affectionately kiss the scar from her c-section. Running my hands along the insides of her thighs, I feel thick bumps under my fingers.

Her body instantly tenses. Looking down I see at least a dozen scars marring her ivory skin, covering her inner thighs leading up to her most sensitive area. Some are deep and red as if a wild animal tore into her soft skin, while others are faint, barely there, and a closer look has me wanting to fucking murder someone. These are fucking bite marks; somebody had torn into her soft flesh with their fucking teeth. Whoever did this was a dead motherfucker walking.

One look at Evie, and all anger dissolves. Tears stream down her face, all traces of passion gone from her face. This was Evie laid bare. I notice the subtle way her body is shaking, which cracks my heart wide open. All I want is to see that look of pure need back on her face.

"Now you see," she whispers tilting her head forward, her hair hiding her beautiful face. She takes a deep breath, trying to block out the pain.

I can see her mentally and physically preparing herself for what's to come but before she can spiral, I lean down and kiss one of the more vicious scars. "Fucking beautiful, baby."

I kiss every single one telling her how beautiful she is and how proud I am of her. Licking the arousal from her inner thighs, I runa hand up her soft body rolling her nipples between my fingers. Waiting until she's a withering mess and her body becomes relaxed and pliant, not wanting to take anything more than she's ready to give.

"Now, are you going to let me eat my fill of this pussy, Pretty Girl?"

Chapter Fourteen

EVIE

My pussy throbsat his words. Having trouble finding my voice, I nod my head. Maddox licks along the outside of my pussy. Green eyes find mine. "Words baby, give me your words."

"I-I’m not pretty," I stammer. After seeing these hideous scars how could he call me pretty?

Sharp green eyes meet mine and a look of determination crosses his handsome face. He stands to his full height before grasping me by the hips and pulling me off the counter. Maddox lovingly strokes the column of my neck before giving me a toe-curling kiss. I’m too caught up in the kiss to notice he’s completely turned me, so my back is flush with his front and I’m facing the mirror.

“M-Maddox,” I protest. I didn’t want to look in this damn mirror. He stands behind me, dwarfing my body. I turn to face him, but he firmly holds me in place.

“Look at you baby.” He gently turns my face towards themirror.

“I don’t want to,” I whisper.

“Then look at me.” My gaze collides with his in the mirror and holds me hostage.

“Goddamn, you are pretty,” he murmurs leaning down to kiss along the tops of my shoulder blades. “You have the softest skin I’ve ever felt.” His rough hands roam along my sides and down my stomach. “Seeing all this creamy skin drives me crazy.”

I realize I’m watching his hands roam along my body in the reflection. “This hair is so damn long and thick and when the sun hits it just right it shimmers with golden highlights.” He runs a hand lovingly through my hair. “Your gaze is enchanting, one eye a warm, deep brown, while the other sparkles with an icy blue, creating a mesmerizing contrast that draws me right in.”

I find myself looking at my own reflection through Maddox’s eyes and I don’t shy away from the mirror this time. “Tell me what you see.” His chest vibrates against my back.

I look in the mirror and really look at myself. “I see myself.”

Maddox gently cups my breast stealing my breath. “Keep going,” he breathes into my neck before licking up the column of my throat.

“I see how my body responds to you.” I watch how I seem to glow in the mirror, my body flush from his touch, my lips swollen from his kisses, my nipples achingly hard, and my thighs clenched together seeking friction.

Maddox catches my gaze, “See, I told you, so damn pretty.” This time I don’t argue because I see it. I don’t know how Maddox just that did, but for the first time I gaze at my reflection with a sense of appreciation. I watch in a trance as his big hands roam over my body.

“Now answer my question.”

Question? What the hell did he ask? It’s hard to think with his hands on my body.

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