Terror used the extra support of the wall to reach up and loosen the cuffs binding her wrists. With her arms now free, she curled them around his broad shoulders and held on tight. Terror gripped her bottom in both hands, squeezing and digging his fingertips into her. He wasn’t holding back this time. He chased his release like a predator on prey.
Cheek to cheek, they clutched and groaned together. She clawed at his shoulders and neck. His strong pulse pounded under her fingertips, and it thrilled her to know she could make him this wild. She felt the unexpected flutter of another orgasm approaching. Not wanting to lose the feeling, she squeezed his cock as it slid in and out of her core. Just a little more. A little more...
She screamed with ecstasy, and he roared his release. As he shuddered against her, he braced one hand on the wall and kissed her neck. Her pussy milked him for every last drop of seed. She clung to him, overwhelmed by what they had just shared. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined was possible between lovers.
Feeling such adoration for this man who had saved her again and again, she kissed his face, his ears, his mouth. Wanting him to know how much she loved him, she offered him something she never gave to anyone—her voice.
Holding his loving gaze, she gathered her courage and said, “Terror.”
He stiffened with shock. She was sure she had made a mess of his name, bungling the sounds and shapes of the letters with her unskilled tongue and lips. Wanting to try again to make sure he understood, she said, “Terror.”
Pure and unadulterated love shone in his lone eye. He brushed his fingertips along her cheek and touched his forehead to hers for a moment. “Maisie.”
“I love you,” she attempted, the words feelings so strange as she spoke them with her unpracticed mouth.
Terror didn’t even try to brush away the tear that dripped from his good eye. “I love you.”
Happier than she had ever been, Maisie rested her cheek against his shoulder and enjoyed the simple, sweet embrace they shared. Perfect, she thought contentedly. This night was absolutely perfect.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Groaning at the wicked sensation of Maisie’s mouth on his shaft, Terror wondered if he could convince her to wake him up like this every morning. She might have been a novice when he first introduced her to this sex act, but her enthusiasm for practice had helped her reach expert status very quickly. She fluttered her tongue along the underside of his crown, and he swore under his breath.
Wanting to watch her, he threw aside the sheet and rose up on his elbows for a better view. She smiled up at him, her lips stretched by his cock, and his heart stuttered in his chest. Fuck. She was so beautiful, too beautiful for a mean, scarred, ugly bastard like himself. Her breasts brushed his thighs as she bobbed up and down on his erection. He could feel the pebbled points of her nipples grazing over his skin, and it drove him crazy.
Desperate to have her, he sat up and grasped her upper arms. She popped off his cock, leaving it wet and shiny, and glanced at him with confusion. He didn’t waste time explaining what he wanted. Using his greater height and strength to his benefit, he lifted her up onto his lap and then spun her around so she faced his feet. Without a second of hesitation, he grabbed her hips and dragged her cunt right to his mouth, falling back on the bed as he ran his tongue over her.
Her squeal of excitement made his cock throb. She tried to pull away from his stabbing tongue, but he overpowered her, yanking her down onto his mouth. She made another mewling sound of protest that faded into a moan as he suckled her clitoris in the way he had learned she liked. Surrendering to his desires, she fell forward and attacked his cock with fervor. Every lick of his tongue was met by the incredible glide of her pouty mouth along his shaft.
It didn’t take long for either of them to get close to a climax. He wanted her to go first, but the little brat palmed his sac and teasingly brushed her thumb between his buttocks. He lost it at the playful touch in a place where he had never allowed any woman to go. He tried to