Chapter 23 Warmth
Heaven had finished eating and now lay on her side, her back to him.
She was close to the edge of the bed. The small, careful space she left between them said everything she couldn’t.
The soft hum of rain filled the silence. Every drop against the window seemed to echo the weight between them.
Maverick lay on the other side, staring up at the ceiling.
He knew she wasn’t sleeping. Her shoulders were too tense, her fingers clutched the blanket too tightly.
He’d spoken to her like a man who wanted to wound, not protect.
And the worst part was, he had wanted to hurt her.
Just for saying that word. Husband.
Just for reminding him of the man she still mourned.
It had felt like betrayal even when he knew it wasn’t.
The way she laid curled up at the edge unsettled him, he hated the distance.
Heaven blinked into the pillow. Her eyes still stung, but she didn’t cry again. She had run out of tears. What remained was only the ache, the kind that lingered long after everything else went quiet.
She flinched slightly when she felt his hand slip beneath the blanket. Then he pulled her close, firm, quiet, her back hit his chest.
His warmth pressed against her back, his breath steady against her neck.
Her body went still. Her chest tightened.
She wanted to scream to tell him she hadn’t climbed into his bed for favor, that it hadn’t been for money or survival.
But she couldn’t, she stayed still in his arms silent, torn between guilt and the fragile comfort of being held.
She never had the chance to explain herself not to him, not to anyone. Everyone had already decided who she was.
To him, she was just a gold digger.
The girl who married into the Richard household for wealth.
The one who sold her innocence for a black card.
Slowly, her breathing steadied. Her eyelids grew heavy.
And as the storm raged outside, Heaven drifted into sleep caught between the ache of his words and the safety of his warmth.
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Heaven felt a rush of heat flood through her as her breath caught pulling her from sleep.
A moan escaped her lips. “Mmhhh…” Maverick was inside her, moving slow, deep, his thick cock stretching her wide.
Her eyes fluttered open. His hand gripped her hip, holding her in place, pulling her back against him. He thrust again, harder, filling her completely.
“Shh,” he growled in her ear, voice rough, hungry. “You’re mine.”
She couldn’t resist. Her body melted into his, craving every thrust. Something felt different his touch was fiercer, like he was someone else, claiming her soul.
“This pussy is mine. I own it,” he said, each word punctuated by a rough, possessive thrust, branding her with every stroke.
Heaven arched her back, her mind spilled free as his cock split her open. His hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple hard.
He sucked her earlobe,sending shivers down her spine.
He fucked her harder, faster, relentless, like he wanted to carve his name into her womb.
“Every part of you belongs to me,” he growled, fisting her hair, slamming into her with brutal force.
Heaven whimpered, her body jerked with pleasure. Her pussy clenched tight around his pulsing cock. He growled, thrusting deep, his body rigid as he spilled into her, hot and thick.
She gasped, trembling, caught in the storm of his hunger, her body his, whether she wanted it or not.
The sky was clear now, the storm gone. Heaven sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window.
Her mind replayed last night Maverick inside her when she woke, slow and deep, then rough, claiming her like never before. It was him, but he felt different, darker, hungrier. Her body still tingled from it.
Maverick drove, tapping the wheel lightly, a rare lightness in his mood. His face stayed unreadable, but his energy felt… calm, satisfied.
“You said we needed to talk?” he asked, eyes on the road.
“Huh?” Heaven blinked, caught off guard.
“Back in the elevator yesterday,” he said, voice low, steady.
She had meant to tell him then that this needed to stop, that what they were doing was wrong. But after last night, the words refused to form. Her throat tightened.
“It’s… nothing,” she murmured, turning her gaze back to the passing streets.
He didn’t press her. Just kept driving, the silence between them heavy not empty, but filled with all the things neither dared to say.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, Heaven spotted a pharmacy. Her fingers twitched in her lap. Her heart skipped, but she forced the words out anyway.
“Please pull over,” she said softly.
He frowned. “Why?”
“I… I need to get something from there.” She pointed to the pharmacy outside the window.
Maverick slowed, matching the brake. He studied her face, sharp and intense, searching for any sign of pain or illness. “Are you feeling unwell?” he asked, his voice low, almost demanding.
She shook her head quickly, unable to meet his eyes. But he didn’t look away, his gaze demanded the truth.
“I…” She cleared her throat, her cheeks warming. “I need to get morning-after pills.”
The air went still.
For a moment, he didn’t move. The weight of his stare pressed into her, cold and unreadable like he could see straight through her.
They had been reckless. He had cum inside her more than once. She knew exactly what could happen without protection.
Then, with a faint nod, he looked away. “Go,” he said quietly.
She opened the door and stepped out, as she walked toward the pharmacy, she could feel his gaze on her back
While she was gone, Maverick turned his head toward the shop across the street, his fingers drummed lightly against the steering wheel.
Heaven returned after a few minutes, her steps small, cautious.
“Let me see it,” he said, his voice calm but leaving no room for refusal.
She hesitated, then held it out the small white box. One pill was already missing.
He nodded once, reached behind him, and pulled out a small paper bag. Without a word, he handed it to her.
She blinked, confused, then peeked inside.
A phone. Sleek, new iPhone 17.
“My number is set on speed dial one,” he said, before starting the car.
The engine came alive, breaking the silence as the tires rolled back onto the road.
He didn’t explain, but he didn’t need to.
When he had been away at the base, he hadn’t had access to her he couldn’t reach her.
Now, he saw no reason not to.
“Thank you,” she murmured softly, her eyes flicking to him.
His gaze stayed on the road. He didn’t reply, but his fingers flexed once on the steering wheel, the only sign that her voice had reached him.
When they arrived at the Richard Estate gate, Maverick felt Heaven tense up, her hands twisted on her lap as she looked outside the window.
When they reached the mansion, he immediately spotted a pink Lamborghini with the Edward family logo.
“Go to your room, Heaven,” he told her coldly.
Her head moved to him. She met his eyes and obeyed.