harsh kiss. He slammed me against the wall and forced my legs over his waist. I clung to him as his lips nibbled mine. My mind swirled. Everything tempted shivers, even when his teeth bit hard into my neck.
His cock swelled within his jeans, pressed against the part of me that craved it the most. We used to fuck like this—so wild and overwhelmed by each other we had no choice but to surrender to our instincts wherever we were. Everything in his arms felt so natural then.
So why was I punishing myself now? What did I protect—my heart from breaking or Maddox from…everything?
He freed himself from the jeans as he silenced me with an invading tongue. His inescapable grip on my hips would bruise. I’d heal. It didn’t matter. I panted against him.
I was appallingly wet.
He loved it.
“We planned a life together…” Maddox broke the kiss. His words lost the edge as he ground against me. His touch wasn’t soft, but his arms were always so safe. They’d protect me from everything but my own lust. “I’ve never wanted anyone but you, Sweets.”
“I know.”
“Say it.”
I whimpered over his kiss. “There’s never been anyone else.”
My admission strengthened him. He growled, low and deep. “We’re gonna start again, Josie. You and me. Right now.” His breath tickled my ear. Was I supposed to fight him or surrender to a fantasy I thought was all but lost? “I’ve already planned our life together. Imagined it every day.”
“We have to talk.”
He shifted me, and my slit struck against bare cock—hard and thick and throbbing for me.
“No talking,” he said. “We don’t need words now.”
“It’s too complicated. Everything’s changed.”
“Only because we let it change.”
“That’s not how life works.”
“Bullshit. Of course it is. If you want something, you take it.” His eyes burned, hot and feral. The corners of his lips twisted into a dangerous smile. “If I want you, I take you. If I want a life with you, I make it.”
“Wait—”
“We planned for it before. Don’t pretend like it meant nothing to you.”
“It meant everything to me, but…”
“Then I’ll give it to you. I’ll get you the life you wanted.” His kiss was a bluff. I knew he shifted my hips. I held my breath as he whispered his promises. “We’ll be together, Sweets. Share a life. A house. Your store.”
“Maddox—”
His grip tightened. “And we’re finally going to have a baby.”
My eyes widened as his cock thrust into me.
Completely.
And nothing had ever compared to him.
That thick, impossibly large cock was made to punish me in a dangerous game of pleasure, dominance, and lust. Maddox always overwhelmed me. Tonight was no different.
He pounded me, burying deep, deep, deep until I could only cling to him and beg to wait, to stop, and to give me everything he had promised.
He filled me completely, bottoming out until we were skin to skin. It had been a year since I last felt him, and I had no idea how I survived the separation.
He didn’t fuck me. He claimed me. He sheathed in me to prove my body was made for him. He embedded himself to remind me that he was the only man who I ever let take me. He thrust to ensure I heeded his every word.
He wanted me to be his again.
Except…he’d never lost me. What I did, I did because I’d loved him.
And he could never know.
“I missed you…” His words rasped as he withdrew his cock. He teased me, watching as I whined, wiggled, and begged for him once more. He slammed inside me, and I rocked against the wall. My core clenched, surrendering to a pleasure only he could give. “I needed you.”
“I’m here,” I whispered.
“You’re mine.”
His cock stretched me too much, too deep, too hard, too fast. So why did my body shudder in wicked delight with another aggressive grind?
“I want all of you.” Maddox grunted. “Everything, Sweets. I have to be a part of your life again.”
“We can’t.”
“I don’t believe you.”
My fingers tightened on his arms. His strokes stole my breath, hitched with each crazed slam against the wall. I couldn’t think, but I could feel. My heart told me I was doing the right thing. My body ordered me to obey him.
“We have to stop.”
He only moved faster, harder. “I already have you, Josie.”
I bit my lip.
“I’m fucking you,” he said.
I whimpered.
“I’m in your head. Your heart. You and me are made for each other.”
I cried out as he sliced inside me, completely sealed within me. Every fierce and