Maddox
Sheâs still fighting it. Fighting .meHer breath is shaky, her body tense next to mine, but I can feel the way her pulse flutters against my fingertips. The way her thighs squeeze together, trying to chase friction. The way her body knows what it wants, even if she wonât admit it yet.I move on top of her, pressing my weight against her, slowly, deliberately, until sheâs pinned beneath me. I reach down and spread her legs so that Iâm settled between her soft, bare thighs.Lifting her sleep shirt up, I growl when I look down at her perfect cunt.âWaitââ Her hands go to my chest, pushingâbut thereâs no real strength behind it.Just resistance for the sake of resisting.I let her pretend for a second.I let her feel like she has a choice.Then I roll my hips against hers, my hard cock pressing against her hot core. I inhale sharply, imagining that Iâm actually sinking into her tight heat.Not tonight, but soonâ¦My movements are slowâ.purposefulShe gasps.Her nails dig into my shirt, and I let out a low, knowing chuckle.âAre we still pretending you donât want this, angel?âShe inhales shakily, her breath catching in her throat. I roll my hips again, just enough for her to feel me. The hard length of me presses against her core again, separated only by the fabric of my pants.She shouldnât be this wet already.But she is. I feel it through my jeansâthe warmth of her, the damp heat seeping through the fabric, clinging to me like a brand.Her body is betraying her in every way possible.Her hips shift up against my cockâinstinctive, desperate for more. I grip both of her wrists and press them into the pillow above her head, holding her there with one hand.Not to restrain her.Just to remind her whoâs in control.She squirms, her breathing uneven now, and as I dip my head to hers, I smirk against her neck. I drag my tongue up the right side of her throat, slow and deliberate, tasting the heat of her skin. And thenâI bite.Not hard. Just a slow, perfect press of my teeth against her pulse point.She gasps, body jerking against mine. âJesusââ she hisses, but the sound doesnât hold any anger.I smirk. âNot quite, angel. Try again.âHer chest pushes against me, but it doesnât do anything.âI never said you could touch me,â she rasps.I chuckle against her throat, grinding against her again.âYou never told me to stop, either.âShe lets out a breath, shifting beneath me, glaring even as her body betrays her.âI donât belong to you,â she spits, voice tight, forced, like sheâs trying to convince herself.. PerfectKeep trying, angel.I tilt my head, dragging my nose along her jaw, inhaling deeply. âYou can lie to yourself, but you canât lie to me.âShe tenses, her mind fighting the truth her body canât deny.I nip at her throat again, just to hear that little gasp, just to feel the way she twitches beneath me.âYou can fight me all you want, little warrior.â I lean in, pressing my weight into her. One of my fingers trails up her side, slow, teasing, stopping just beneath her ribs. The other holds her hands above her head. âBut your body already knows who it belongs to.âShe sucks in a sharp breath and her hips shift, seeking friction.Then she lets out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. âYouâre so full of shit.âI grin against her skin. Her hips shift, almost like sheâs trying to get away. But in doing so, she just rubs against me harder.God, I love her fight. She realizes it at the same time I do.Her eyes go wide, her breath stalling.I hum, low and pleased. âFighting me only makes you want it more, doesnât it? Youâve dreamt of being taken like this before, havenât you? The thought of me doing this is one of your deepest, darkest fantasies. And youâve been waitingfor my brother to fuck you senseless, just the way you want. Isnât that true?âHer lips part, either to deny it or curse me out. I donât let her. Instead, I press against her again, letting a low moan escape my lips.And then her body fucking , allowing me to settle between her thighs completely.givesI grind against her, slow at first, teasing. Just enough for her to whimper. I feel it through my whole fucking soul, the way she starts to tremble. Either from fear, defiance, or⦠complete and utter arousal.The heat pools low in my stomach, the slow, brutal ache of wanting her for so damn long sinks into me, until all I can think about is finding my release. Again.She tilts her head back, exposing her throat.A silent surrender.But I want more.I move against her again, rolling my hips, pressing her deeper into the mattress. Her thighs tremble and her breath stutters.I murmur against her skin, my voice dark and possessive. âEvery time you squirm, every time you fight me, you just press that sweet little pussy harder against my cock.âShe squeezes her legs around my waist as her body arches against me. I donât rush it. I just keep moving. Grinding against her.Slow.Deep.I roll my hips against her, letting her feel how hard sheâs made me. How fucking desperate I am.A groan claws up my throat, raw and shattered. Sheâs so fucking drenched for me. Already mine in every way that matters.She lets out a shaky moan, her fingers twisting against my hand above her head.My control frays at the edges, unraveling with every slow, torturous roll of her hips. A tremor racks through me, muscles locking tight as I drop my forehead to hers, grinding harder now, chasing friction, chasing her.Heat surges through me, a sharp pulse of pleasure building too fast, too strong. My breath shudders, a ragged sound against her lips, and I can feel itâthe edge, the fucking precipiceâIâm right there. My cock throbs, the pressure unbearable, the slick warmth of her making it impossible to hold back.A low, quiet, guttural sound rips from my throat, my hips jerking of their own accord. Iâm going to come. Fuck, Iâm going to come just from thisâjust from her. From the way she clings to me, from the way her body moves like she already belongs to me.And I donât know if I want to stop it.Her head tilts back against the pillow, her eyes squeezing shut.She gasps, her whole body locking up.And thenâshe falls apart beneath me..FuckI feel it happen. The soft, pulsing grip of her thighs around me, the way her body spasms. I grind against her harder, chasing my own release, letting myself fucking drown in her. And then it hits me.Hard. Violent. Uncontrollable.A rough groan tears from my throat as my body locks up. Pleasure crashes through me, pulsing, hot, and raw. My muscles tense, my cock throbbing as I spill into my jeans, untouched, just from feeling her like this.I barely hold myself up as my body shudders, every ounce of restraint ripped from me.She feels it.She knows.And fuck me if that doesnât make it even hotter.For a moment, the only sound in the room is our uneven, heavy breathing. I let my forehead rest against hers once more, my fingers still wrapped around her wrists. Then I pull back just enough to look at her. Her lips parted, her eyes still hazy, her breath still shaky. I run my thumb over her cheek.I adjust myself, letting out a sharp exhale, glancing at her one last time. She stares at the ceiling, dazed, breathless, completely spent. I press my lips to her temple, lingering. Then, I shift away, rolling off her and sitting up.âAre you okay?â I ask, pulse stuttering at the thought that perhaps maybe I hurt her, orâ¦âIâm fine,â she says, sitting up now. Her voice is clipped, almost defiant. She doesnât look at me. Just adjusts her shirt and tosses her hair over one shoulder like itâs a shield, blinking like sheâs trying to process what the fuck just happened. Her gaze darts to the door, to the dark, empty hallway beyond it. I can practically hear her thoughts racing. Her voice wavers. âBut we shouldnât have done that.âAnd then I stand, adjusting my hoodie, my voice low and firm. âProbably not.âI wait for her to say something else, but she doesnât, so I attempt to make light of the situation.âThatâs twice now, angel.âMy voice is gravelly, strained, still catching up to the wreckage of what she just did to me.Her brow knit together, her breathing still unsteady. âTwice?âI smirk. âThat Iâve come in my fucking pants because of you.âA blush crawls up her throat, and I fucking love it.Then, she lets out a breathy laughâlight, too light. âDonât let it go to your head. Youâre not the first guy who couldnât keep it together with me.âThe words are casual. Careless. But they land flat. Her bravado doesnât reach her eyes. Not when they finally meet mine. Thereâs a flicker of something behind themâpanic, maybe. Or guilt. Or fear of what she just let happen.And fuck, I feel it. The tremble in her fingers as she wipes her palms on her bare thighs. The way her legs wonât quite hold still.Sheâs unraveling. She just doesnât want me to see it.I donât move. I let her have the illusion of space. Let her pretend sheâs still got a grip on her world, even as itâs slipping through her fingers.But then?Her eyes flick down to where Iâm still adjusting myself, the dark stain on my jeans undeniable. A shaky breath leaves her, and the smallest smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, wry and sharp despite the turmoil still written all over her.The blush is still crawling up her throat. Her bravado is thin, a shield barely holding against the storm raging behind her eyes, but itâs there. And fuck if it doesnât make me fall a little harder.Surprise lashes through me. I lean in, letting her feel the heat of my breath against her swollen lips as I grip her hips firmly.âI wonât be nearly this patient again, little warrior.â I pause, just long enough to let the words sink in, just long enough to feel her shiver beneath me. âAnd next time?â I press my thumb against her slick, trembling lips, dragging it down her chin. âYouâll beg me not to be.âWith that, I lower my mouth to her ear, voice dipping into something low and lethal. âSleep tight, angel. Donât you dare dream about anyone else but me,â I murmur, my fingers brushing over her throat, a slow, dangerous caress.A sharp inhale. A flicker of something dark and conflicted in her gaze.Good. I her to question everything. I her to crave me.want want I tilt my head, trailing my nose along the column of her throat before pressing one last kiss there. Then I pull back, standing upright, adjusting my hoodie. Before I leave, I glance down at herâstill on the bed, her body wrecked, her breaths uneven.And I grin as I walk out of her bedroom, still feeling wholly out of control and completely insatiable when it comes to Ariana Clarke.