\[Serenity’s POV\]
Later that evening, I straddle Maverick, my lips pressed against his while his hands run along my skin. Ever since returning to my room after gaining my father’s acceptance, I just couldn’t seem to get enough of the man in front of me. Was it because I felt like the single hurdle keeping us apart was now gone, or was it something more? I didn’t know, and honestly, I didn’t care; all I cared about right now was ravishing Maverick while I had the chance.
“You’re acting like this is our last night together.” He murmurs now as I begin to trail kisses to his neck.
“You never know,” I counter, fixing my gaze on his dark one. “It could be.”
Tomorrow wasn’t promised for us, not as long as Ezekial was out there roaming free. Didn’t that mean that we should take advantage of each and every second that we have?
“Are you suggesting that we will lose this fight?” Maverick demands, his voice stern.
Gasping, I find myself being flipped so that he is left hovering over me with a look of complete determination on his handsome face.
“I will be damned if I allow a world to exist that you aren’t part of.” He continues now, leaning down and pressing his lips against mine. “Not in a million fucking years.”
As he speaks, he begins to trail kisses along my jaw, and when he reaches my throat, I feel his canine caress the soft flesh where his mark will eventually be.
“Maverick,” I whisper, turning my head to better present my neck.
“What are you doing?” He asks, sitting up and staring at me in disbelief.
“You know,” I counter, feeling my heart rate kick up and my butterflies explode in my stomach. “I don’t think I need to explain what I’m hinting at.”
Goddess, was I losing my mind? Here I was openly insisting that he mark me, but this wasn’t something that we had discussed yet. I knew that it could be considered as moving too fast, but when it came to the man hovering above me, I just couldn’t control myself.
“Shouldn’t we wait a bit for this?” He asks quietly, though I hear longing in his tone. “At least until after…”
“I don’t want to.” I murmur, feeling like a child showing their ass. “I’ve chosen you, Maverick.” I continue, pushing aside my embarrassment. “As my lifelong partner, my future alpha, and my future husband, so why should we wait?”
At my words, I turn and meet his gaze and find so many emotions flashing across it that it makes my heart hurt, especially when doubt appears.
“Maverick,” I whisper, reaching up and cupping his cheeks. “What’s on your mind?”
Growing quiet, I wait while he stares at me, so many questions in his eyes, and when he finally seems to deflate, I know that he isn’t going to try to hide anything from me, which makes me so incredibly happy.
“I just never thought that things would progress to this level.” He admits, smiling ruefully. “I was more than ready to continue to stand by your side while another man claimed you as his own.”
“No way!” I growl, but stop as he gives me a look.
“I was nothing more than a man without a background, without memories, without any type of pedigree to stand beside someone like you.” He says now. “It’s still hard to believe that this is actually happening and not some sweet dream.”
“Then start believing,” I huff, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Because this is real, and I am real. We,” I continue, nodding between us. “We are real, and my love for you is so fucking real.”
“I know,” he chuckles, kissing me again while slowly lowering us to the bed. “How can I not know when your heat is seeping into me like this and your taste is dancing on my tongue?”
“I can make it much more real for you.” I whisper, releasing him. “All you have to do is say the word.”
“What word?” He husks, pressing his bulge against me.
“Please.”
Pulling away entirely, I stare up at Maverick, taking in the desire in his eyes, the flush of his cheeks, and the look of pure adoration that remains on his face. All these things are happening because of me, and that alone leaves me with a feeling of satisfaction and a need to possess.
“Please,” Maverick whispers, sending a thrum of delicious energy through me. “Do what you will with me.”
As he speaks, he grabs my shirt and then begins to pull it, slowly, teasingly, and when I lift my arms in an attempt to allow him to remove it completely, he tightens it in place, covering my eyes and keeping my arms trapped.
“Ma-maverick,” I gasp as his mouth finds my chest. “What are you…”
“Ssshhhh,” he murmurs against my skin. “Just enjoy.”
Eyes widening, I realize exactly what it is that he’s doing. He’s showing his dominance, and that alone turns me on so damn much that I don’t think I can remain calm.
“Goddess,” Maverick growls, his mouth wrapping around my nipple. “You smell so good.”
With each passing minute, I can feel his restraint disappearing and a wild side coming out of him, and although I should be afraid since I was still so new to all of this, I can’t help but get excited over what is to come next.
“Maverick,” I whisper, writhing beneath his attack. “You’re not being fair.”
“Who ever said I was fair?” He chuckles, his heat disappearing from my body as he sits up and begins to undo my pants. “I’ve never once claimed to be a fair man.”
“Oh?” I ask while he continues to undress me. “Are you saying that you’re a cheat?”
“No,” he responds, leaning forward and pressing his lips against my skin once more. “But I’ve never said that I didn’t want to possess whatever belongs to me. I’m sorry, but I’m a selfish man.”
“That’s fine.” I giggle. “Because I’m pretty selfish myself.”
“Oh?” He asks, reaching my hips. “Then I guess we are one and the same.”
Finished speaking, he attacks, grabbing my pussy lips with two fingers and parting them so that his tongue can dip inside and begin to attack my clit, ending any and all conversation and throwing me into a world of pleasure that I realize I just can’t get enough of.
It’s a world that only Maverick and I live in. One where we speak with our bodies and hearts. It’s a place that I’m finding I enjoy being, and if this kept up, I could find myself becoming addicted.