Chapter 196 Chapter 196
When they separated, they were connected by a string of saliva. Valerie panted, her pupils blown wide. Maxwell licked his lips before he placed another kiss on the corner of her mouth, this one more loving than the one before, leaving her with a pleasant tingly feeling in her chest.
He took her hand to lead her to the bedroom. Inside, he didn’t bother to turn on the light, using his magic instead. It glowed, casting warm light over the bed. They stopped in front of it, and for a moment, neither of them moved as they looked at each other.
Maxwell’s gaze held a mix of longing and affection for her. He pulled her in and embraced her, reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress. Her cheeks were dusted with soft pink as the zipper was pulled down and the dress became loose. He had seen her naked so many times before, but her shyness never faded. It amused him.
“Your innocence is adorable, love,” he remarked, a smirk playing with the corners of his lips. He leaned in, and his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “But we both know that it won’t last long, don’t we? It never does. You always give in to me.”
His voice was low and entrancing—he was right, she couldn’t deny it. She was weak to his touches, to his honey-coated voice that turned deep and alluring at just the right moments. He slid the dress down her shoulders, and it fell to the ground, exposing her delicate body to him. She wore light pink lingerie adorned with lace. It emphasized her hips and the curves of her chest.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, not taking his hungry gaze off her. It took all his self-restraint to keep himself from devouring her then and there. He wanted her so bad, and the strain in his pants was a reminder that he couldn’t drag it out much longer.
“Come here,” he ordered, and she obeyed, sitting on his lap.
Valerie found it unfair that he was still fully clothed when she wasn’t, so her fingers began to open the buttons of his shirt. One by one, she exposed his milky skin and his muscular torso. When the last button was open, he removed the shirt and tossed it aside. She wrapped her arms around his neck, needing to be close to him, wanting to feel his bare skin on hers. His familiar scent of ash and cinnamon surrounded her. While his hands found the clasp of her bra, she raised her chin and kissed him sensually. He returned the kiss, only ending it when her bra was open. She slipped it off her shoulders, throwing it next to the bed.
Her hands found their place on his hard abs, tracing their outline up to his firm chest. It rose and fell with every ragged breath he took, showing her that he wasn’t unaffected by her ministrations. Valerie felt a rush of excitement, dipping her head to plant a kiss on his chest. Her lips were soft and teasing against his heated skin, innocent and light as a feather, but they elicited a sinful moan from him. She smiled, placing another kiss on his chest, right where his star-shaped crest was, the very same she bore on her wrist. She ground her hips against his, feeling his hardness through his leather pants. The fabric between them did little to hide his arousal.
The scorching desire she sensed from him lit her on fire, had her crave his touch. She continued to grind her hips, and he gritted his teeth, his breath hitching in his throat.
Without prior warning, Maxwell grabbed her hips, and she landed with her back on the bed. His hands enclosed her wrists as he hovered over her. “Since when have you become such a tease?” he asked, cocking his brow. He bit his lower lip, his possessive gaze traveling over her breathless form.
“You look pretty, love,” he murmured while his eyes drank her in. Her milky skin was free of scars, the curves of her body alluring him. She only wore her pink panties, and he noted that they were soaked already, even though he hadn’t touched her yet. Smirking, he propped himself up with his arm. His right hand wandered to her underwear, slipping beneath the lacy fabric.
She cried out when his cool fingers touched her folds. The little whimper she let out made him chuckle lowly. His finger experimentally pressed against her, and he watched her reactions, every flutter of her eyelids, every sharp intake of air.
“You’re so sensitive,” he said, sounding pleased with her.
Her hands clawed at the bedsheets when he dipped two fingers into her, curling them. Her breaths became louder as his movements became faster until he mercilessly teased her, not enough to draw an orgasm out of her, but enough to make her completely desperate for him.
“Maxwell,” she moaned. “Please stop playing around. I… I can’t take it.”
“But I like playing with you, sugar,” he retorted, somehow making his words sound innocent despite the devilish smirk on his lips. He shifted on the bed, changing his position. His mouth latched onto her neck, momentarily sucking her skin between his teeth before he moved lower, following the swell of her breasts. He continued teasing her with his fingers, and when he added a third one, she cried out his name. The stretch felt so damn good. He reached deep inside of her, the motions of his thumb intensifying her sizzling pleasure as he rubbed her clit mercilessly.
Her needy voice made his blood sing with ecstasy—he loved doing those things to her, loved pleasuring her. And since they hadn’t done this for too long, he had a lot to catch up on. He wouldn’t give her a break tonight. By the time his lips reached her nipple, she was writhing on the sheets, her eyes delirious. He never failed to bring her to the edge of insanity with his tempting actions, and even though it was torturous, she yearned for more of this. She loved being at his mercy. He was a damn devil in bed.
He licked over her skin, causing her to shiver in bliss. “You’re so wet for me, so desperate,” he growled when he removed his fingers from her clit, licking her sweet essence while he gazed at her. She flushed. “Should I make you come?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice shaking.
“Beg for it, sugar,” he said huskily. “I want to hear your voice.”
“Not this again,” she whined. “Please just touch me… I need you.”
“I can’t hear you,” he said evilly.
“Damn demon,” she cursed and closed her eyes. “Make me come already. Please.”
“I’ll think about it,” he smirked, resting his hand on her folds without doing anything.
She groaned. “It’s my birthday, you can’t tease me so badly,” she reminded him.