Unravel(49)

He stared at me, his eyes blazing.

“You’re gorgeous,” he growled.

Right then, I felt it. He did that to me. Made me feel beautiful and confident and so powerful.

Max shed his shirt. It dropped next to my dress. My hands moved down his stomach, tracing ridged muscles.

A sheen of sweet started to form on his brow the longer I touched him.

I finally reached his pants. I toyed with the button.

Max’s breathing became heavy.

I unzipped his pants slowly, just like he did with my dress. His hips lifted instinctively. I shoved his pants and boxers down around his ankles. I looked down at him. I tingled with anticipation and I reached out and curled my fingers around his dick.

My touch varied: switching between feather light, to holding him tight. I touched him with fascination. There’s nothing like being free and having a man underneath you, losing control and giving it all to you.

He hissed in a sharp breath. His entire body was frozen, like it was carved from stone. While I continued to torture, I leaned over him. My left hand splayed against the sheets. His eyes opened long enough to meet my gaze. His pupils were dilated with lust and there was a dazed expression on his face. Knowing that I put that expression on his face made me damp in between my legs. I kissed him hard. He breathed through his nose and dropped his head against the mattress.

An anguish laugh escaped him. “You trying to kill me?” he groaned.

I leaned even closer. “You want me to stop?”

“Hell no.”

I smiled against his lips and tightened my grip. When his breathing started to turn into panting and his strong body jerked beneath me, I pulled away. I stood up to take off my underwear and bra.

Max lifted his head and stared at me. His eyes were hot, scanning every inch of my skin.

“Keep the heels on.”

I lifted a brow.

“My heels, hmm?”

I watched as he put the condom on with quick, steady hands.

He sat back and opened up his arms. I crawled over him, my knees on either side of his body. The tip of him rubbed against me and if I rose a bit higher he would slip inside of me and I would feel nothing but him.

“If you’re going to kill me, do it right. Straddle me.”

I paused. It was brief. A millisecond to brace myself for everything that was about to happen.

I straddled him.

His hands moved from my waist and curved around my breasts. His palms brushed against my nipples and a breathy moan escaped my lips.

“Rise up to your knees,” he said.

I obeyed.

“Guide me inside that tight *. Go slowly. Sink down until you’re wrapped around me as tight as a glove. And don’t stop until you’re screaming my name.”

I felt a jolt go through my body.

I followed his directions and slid down his dick slowly. My eyes closed. My legs started to quiver. For the past few weeks I’d been drained of energy. But this… this changed everything.

I moved up and back down just as slowly. All those tingles, that seemed to ricochet wildly beneath my skin, he felt too.

“Fuck!” he shouted, drawing out the first syllable with anguish.

His hips lifted up, meeting me every time I moved back down. Our rhythm became faster and faster. Muscles started to burn and right when those tingles in my body were about to burst open, he flipped me over.

Cold air touched my skin. And I didn’t get a warning or head start. Max covered me in a half-tackle. One of his hands laid flat on the sheets, the other was wrapped around my waist. My hair pooled over the side of the bed.

Our lips collided as he moved into me powerfully, taking over, moving frantically. A wild look was in his eyes. All I could do was hold onto him tightly.

I was starting to slip under.

“I’m gonna…” I panted. My voice faded away as he thrust into me.

“What are you gonna do, love?” Max said gruffly, his eyes never leaving my face.

Come. That’s what I wanted. That’s what I was seconds away from. My eyes were close to shutting. I was ready to close out the world just for those few seconds of pure bliss.

But he held my jaw in between his thumb and index finger. Max wasn’t demanding. He was asking me not to shut him out.

The headboard rattled. I could smell the tangy scent of our sweat. My fingertips sank into his skin, holding him as close to me as humanly possible. My body started to spasm and I kept my eyes open.

I would share this with him.

I didn’t scream his name. I could barely breathe, let alone speak.

Max came seconds later. His was jaw was slack and his eyes were heavy, but he kept them open.

My control and the solid ground beneath me slipped away. And I was falling, frantically reaching for something to break my fall. It was a fast descent. Only lasted a few seconds.

Max buried his face into the crook of my shoulder. Then my eyes finally closed as I realized that I didn’t just love this man, I would give him everything… and if that wasn’t enough I would let him take what he needed, just as long as he returned my love.

He shifted slightly. His eyelashes fluttered against my skin. His lips parted, and grazed against my neck. And the next four words out of his mouth almost killed me.

“God, I love you.”


23—COMPONENT


I woke up to an empty bed.

My head lifted from the pillow with my hair a wild mess. I peeked over at the empty spot on the bed, where Max should’ve been.