He cupped my entire sex in his big hand, rubbing his palm against my throbbing clit, teasing through my underwear. My harsh cry at the sudden wash of pleasure mingled with his savage rumble.
“Are you going to come for me, angel?”
“Please…” I moaned into his mouth, pressing desperate kisses to his full lips. They curved beneath mine in an arrogant smile. My stomach flipped, and a wash of heat wet my panties. His hum of masculine satisfaction rolled through my body, drawing a shudder from deep in my core.
“Say my name,” he commanded, low and rough. Two thick fingers pressed into my lower lips, teasing through my underwear. But his palm remained still against my clit, denying me.
I tried to rotate my hips to get some stimulation, but his free hand tangled in my hair, tugging in sharp reprimand. Little sparks of pain lit up my scalp, and my head tipped back so that I was forced to look up at him. Moonlight flickered over his black eyes in a wicked gleam, and the cocky tilt of his half-smile made my heart flutter; a rapid pulse that was echoed between my legs.
He lowered his face to mine, keeping me trapped with his fist in my hair. “Say my name, and I’ll make you come.” There was a savage, hungry edge to the demand, and his dark eyes blazed.
In the dim light that filtered through my window, I didn’t see his scar. I could only make out the sharp lines of his cheekbones and stubble-roughened jaw, kissed by moonlight. He was breathtaking in his raw desire for me.
“Max,” I breathed. “Max…”
His mouth collided with mine, and he ground his palm against my clit in reward. He kept me captive with his possessive grip on my sex and my hair, holding me at his mercy as he inflicted devastating pleasure. My inner muscles tightened, bliss coiling low in my belly. I clutched on to him, my fingernails biting into his strong shoulders as I cried out against his hot lips. Ecstasy rushed through me, and he devoured the sound of my orgasm, tasting my low moan on his plundering tongue.
He held me through the rush of pleasure, wringing every drop of bliss from my body until I shook in his corded arms. My knees felt rubbery, and I leaned into him for support.
His kiss turned languid, and his hands gentled around my body, handling me like I was something precious and fragile. The savagery that’d overtaken him seemed to have been satisfied by my surrender, but he was still hard against my hip.
Releasing his shoulder, I dipped a shaky hand between us and fumbled at the button on his jeans. He hissed in a sharp breath.
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to touch you,” I insisted, low and firm.
In response, he unclasped my bra and slid the straps down my arms, undressing me with more care than when he’d ripped off my shirt. His touch was slow and almost worshipful as he palmed my small breasts, teasing the hard buds of my nipples. I whimpered as sparks danced from the sensitive peaks straight down to my clit. Only moments ago, I’d thought I couldn’t handle any more contact with the tender area, but already, my desire pulsed back to life.
I couldn’t get enough of Max. His salt-kissed leather scent suffused the air around me, making me drunk on him.
Somehow, my trembling hands managed to strip off his jeans and boxers, and he toed off his boots. I didn’t dare look directly at him, but his corded thighs tensed beneath my touch, so powerful that my mouth watered. What would it be like to have all that strength focused on me? To have him drive his hard length into my body and feel his rippling muscles all around me?
He pulled down my pants, pausing to press a kiss to my stomach, just above my panties.
“Max.” I released his name on a shaky exhale. No man had ever been so close to my virgin sex. Even though my inner walls contracted with need, anxiety nipped at me.
Was I ready for this? I wanted Max more keenly than I’d known was possible, but there was so much that still separated us. I didn’t want to think about those challenges right now, but niggling doubts held me back.
His dark brow drew low over his eye, and he stood to his full height. Despite the way he towered over me, I didn’t feel a flicker of fear. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his calloused fingertips brushing over my heated cheek.
“What do you want, Allie?” he asked in a rough whisper.
I drew in a hitching breath and summoned my courage. I wasn’t ready to have sex tonight, but I didn’t want this to end.
“I want to touch you,” I repeated, firming my resolve.
His fingers threaded in my hair, and his thumb hooked beneath my jaw. “Look at me.” He applied gentle pressure, directing my eyes downward.
My cheeks flamed. He wasn’t commanding me to look at his beautiful face. He wanted me to see all of him. He’d noticed my hesitancy to look directly at his erection, and now he was daring me to change my mind. If I wanted to touch him, we would do this on his terms.
I released a shuddering sigh, sinking into his control. If I let him take the lead, I didn’t have to worry about my anxiety over this relationship or my inexperience. All I had to do was surrender, and we could both get what we so desperately needed.
As I ceded to his will, warmth bloomed in my core, and slick heat wet my lower lips. My sex pulsed in time with my heartbeat, slower than before. Everything turned languid and a little surreal, the earlier frenzy of our union deepening into something darker and more forbidden. My clit pulsed and ached along with every heavy thud of my heart, and the desire to touch Max made my fingers tingle with anticipation.
My eyes fell on the hard planes of his chest before slowly lowering to his rippling abs. The moonlight caressed his tanned skin, and shadows pooled around his defined muscles, making him appear more imposing than ever. I felt very small before him, but I found the sensation of my own fragility delicious in a purely feminine way.
His calloused fingertips traced lazy patterns around my breasts, exploring and teasing without directly stimulating my nipples. They throbbed with an echo of the painful lust that tormented my clit, and I found myself arching into his touch. His other hand firmed on my jaw, holding me at his mercy with a shadow of his full strength.
My eyes continued their downward path, my fingers trailing in their wake to relish the feel of his hard body. When I reached the dark trail of masculine hair below his navel, my progress faltered, and I swallowed a flutter of nervousness.
He pinched my nipple in a shocking rebuke. “Look at me.”
I gasped at the flare of pain and the utter dominance in his tone. Max had unleashed his lustful need on me before, but he’d never fully taken control like this. I realized he’d been holding himself back. He’d been trying to spare me from his darkest impulses.
But I wasn’t afraid of him. And the maddened pulsing sensation between my legs told me that I liked his darkness. I wanted it to envelop me, to lose myself in him completely. Nothing had ever felt more blissful than Max’s big hands on my body, his deep voice rumbling over my skin.
My lips parted on a soft gasp when my shy gaze finally landed on his cock. Even in the dim lighting, his size was intimidating. Could my untried body accommodate him? A small shiver raced through me at the thought, followed by a wash of heat.
Tentatively, I trailed my touch lower. At the first brush of my fingertips over his velvet length, he gritted out a low growl. Emboldened by his response, I traced the vein that ran down his shaft before circling the base of his thick head. I caught a bead of moisture on my thumb, and he hissed out a curse.