Page 69 of Forgiveness
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Maggie
As much asMaggie could tell Flux wanted to take her back to bed with him, his arms straining to not throw her over his shoulder caveman style, she wanted something a little more. Just because the evening had been classy didn’t mean that she couldn’t whip out a few tricks and get really naughty.
“Take off my dress,” Maggie whimpered against his lips, her nipples growing hard as her fingers danced over the buttons in his shirt, fighting to get them off. “I need you inside me.Please.”
Maggie knew the “please” pushed all of Flux’s feral buttons. He growled deep in his throat; a possessive noise that ripped arousal through her flesh from her scalp to her toes as a shudder danced up her spine. Maybe she hadn’t fully comprehended what she was asking for when his hands dove for the risqué plunge between her chest and he tore the fabric in half with a considerable noise that made goosebumps skitter across every inch of her skin.
“Oh shit.” She gulped and stared down at her nearly naked body. “That was fucking hot.”
“You liked that, huh?” Flux asked as his lips already meandered down the column of her neck at the same time his hands roamed her body, undoing the clasp of her bra and dropping it to the floor. “Put your hands on the railing and face away from me.”
Without hesitation, Maggie’s fingers curled around the cool bar of steel. Every sense was on high alert as she listened to Flux shed his clothing, her silent plea for his touch in the tension spread between them.
“Don’t fuckin’ move, Duchess.”
Maggie stood as she was without uttering a word. By the time Flux came back to her, his hands carved themselves into her hipbones and dragged her ass back until she fit snuggly against his naked erection. A small moan escaped as she bit her lower lip. Damn, Maggie wanted him inside so badly, but instead, he teased her as he worked his thick cock against her cheeks and lower back, occasionally sliding in between her legs. So close, yet so far.
“Flux,” she moaned.
He rubbed against every sensitive part until she was lightheaded and no longer knew up from down anymore. Maggie couldn’t help grinding her ass back into him, even as he struggled to hold her still so he could keep up the torment. At one point, Fluxtskedagainst the lip of her ear, but no sooner had he made the small reprieving noise, he slid her panties to one side and rubbed the head of his dick against her silken folds. She jolted forward with a gasp then wiggled backward for more of him.
“That’s it,” Flux coaxed, biting her neck. “You know exactly what you want for the rest of your life, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she groaned, as he angled the tip his cock into her opening, teasing her with only the briefest sensation of fullness. “More, Flux.More.”
“You’re so fuckin’ eager—I love it. Now say it, Duchess.”
“Say what?” she whined, helpless and on autopilot as he took small, short strokes inside her, refusing to ram home while he kept all the control.
“Tell me what you want for the rest of your life.”
“I want you, Flux. I want you for the rest of my life,” she cried out as his free hand plucked one of her nipples, pinching the sensitive tip before rolling it between his fingers. “Oh shit … I want nothing but you. Always you.”
“Perfect,” he whispered, leaving a light kiss on the back of her neck. “I think you’re ready for me, Duchess.”
Maggie moaned in frustration, her fingers white at the knuckles where she gripped the railing while his cock moved within her, almost touching her right where she needed him most. All the hairs on the nape of her neck raised, and a series of small whimpers escaped from her mouth.
Flux tweaked her nipples and massaged her breasts, and she was just about ready to plead with him to fuck the shit out of her when he thrust forward so hard that he trapped her body against the railing. He pulled out and before she could protest, rammed back inside her with a grunt that echoed through her and left her weak-kneed and breathless.
“You’re mine, Maggie,” Flux rasped as he squeezed her breasts. “Your tits”—he smacked her behind—“your tits, and your pussy are all mine. I’m claiming you as my woman, and I’ll never fuckin’ betray or hurt you. You’ve got my goddamn heart, Duchess.”
At that moment, Flux filled up and claimed every single part of her world, her mind, and her body, and she knew none of it would ever be the same now that he’d worked his way inside her heart. She was his and he was hers and nothing in life could ever change that.
“You’re mine too, Flux—always.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he rasped.
Flux didn’t waste any time. No sooner was he as deep as he could go when he drew himself almost all the way out and drove back in again, a seductive pounding that left her feeling nothing but used and wanted. While the lights of Vegas painted their bodies in various colors, Maggie echoed his movements as much as possible while he continued to pin her half-naked body against the balcony railing.
“God, don’t ever stop,” she panted.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, his mouth, his tongue, and his hands exploring every sensitive dip and bend of her body that was reachable without removing himself again. They joined in every way possible, Flux taking control as she allowed him to have all the things they’d both been longing for but were too afraid to take for themselves. Now, everything had fallen into place and it was fucking glorious.
“You’ll never stop being mine, Duchess. Don’t forget that. Even when I’m not inside you, you’remine.”
“Oh, Flux,” Maggie breathed out as her orgasm tightened through her middle and spiraled out into her veins.
