Mad Max - Sapphire Knight Page 0,63
He lightly grazes the large diamond with the pad of his thumb. Weeks away from this man, and yet his touch still manages to affect me. How is that possible after everything?
I meet his light irises, his stare penetrating. “Of course. The law and the eyes of God still tie me to you. I’m no fool. I’m aware that being linked to you offers me certain protections in the eyes of syndicate men. The ring will stay in place, and I will never marry again.”
He nods, remaining silent and stoic. I can read it in his expression that, even if I wanted to remarry someday, he’d never allow it to happen. Max thrives on chaos in his life, and if that has to be me, I doubt he’ll consider it twice prior to moving full steam ahead.
Giovanna rescues me once again, wrapping her arms around me without falter. “Come on, Isa. Let’s go home.” I allow her to steer me away without another glance at my husband. I’m too busy resenting him inside and missing him at the same time, to move on my own accord. She walks me to their car, pushing me into the backseat and climbing in beside me. Max stays behind, and I watch him speak to the remaining guests and priest as we drive away.
Later that night, I’m awoken from my fitful sleep to Max’s big body nestled between my thighs. I glance around, wondering where I am and if this is a dream. I’m met with the same plain walls and decorations of Giovanna’s guest room, so I know I’m still in the same place. But what is Maximillian doing here in the middle of the night? How did he get in? I didn’t think he knew where I was staying. Lord knows I never offered him any details.
“Max?” I whisper sleepily into the dark. The only light is the Scentsy lamp I’ve been using as a nightlight so I don’t trip or anything being at a different place. My brain’s been so foggy with my grief, I haven’t trusted my memory here in the dark just yet.
“Shh,” he soothes. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”
I should fight him, maybe kick him in his beautiful face. I don’t want his touch or anything else from him, yet whenever his hands are on me, my body ignites. He scoots my panties down my thighs, while caressing my core with his nimble fingers. My hips jolt as zaps of pleasure strike through my abdomen, allowing me to escape from any other thoughts. He’s still in his suit, looking proper and sexy as he always does. I should’ve shot him again.
“I’ve missed the smell of your arousal,” he murmurs, his lips landing on my clit. My body jumps in response and he chuckles against my core. The deep timbre vibrates my pussy and my breath hitches at the intense sensation. My hand finds its way into his silky hair, tugging at the gold-spun strands too pure to grace his head.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper with a gasp.
“Eating your pussy, darling,” he responds, lips brushing my sex as he speaks. The man has no idea what it does to me. My toes curl, wetness leaking from my core. I can’t give in, it’s not right…but the truth is, I still want to feel him there. I’ve missed his touch. There has to be something seriously wrong with me. He laps at my lips, from bottom to top, and I have to bite my arm to keep quiet.
His tongue curls around my clit, slurping all over my pussy, doing who knows what, but it’s fucking magical like a vagina unicorn. My legs pull up, spreading wide for him to get all up in there. I’m completely unashamed at taking my pleasure. I know what I want and I’m not afraid to show it. “Yes, sweet fuck, yes!”
“You’re drenched. You get this wet for anyone else?” His jealousy rears its head, and rather than turn me off, it does the contrary. I want his tongue in me and no other.
Grasping his hair, I shove his face back where I want it. He’s not done yet. “Keep going, Brit boy. I want to come all over that too-pretty face of yours,” I order, and he obliges, going to town, driving me over the edge. Grabbing the pillow next to me, I stuff my face into it to help muffle my late-night moans.
Just when I begin to lower my face