Page 70 of Scarred Redemption

I wasn’t certain what to say around him when nothing seemed right. Nothing I could say would change the truth. Nothing would make Mina completely well and not need to face any additional trials in her life. Nothing.

A part of me wasn’t certain if I could handle the heartache and yet the biggest part of me wanted to be there for her. For him.

“You can’t solve everything with rage or violence.”

“If only I could.”

“That’s not what I want and you know what? That’s not what you prefer either, Maxsim. I know you. I know what you need and how much you crave to let go of all the hate.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you, but you’d be wrong.” He continued to stroke my arm, using the tips of his fingers to excite me.

When I turned to face him, he took a step away. The uncertainty riding his face was heartbreaking. “No, I’m not and I won’t let you destroy yourself.”

When I placed my hand against his face, it was as if for a little while, the rest of the world slipped away, leaving us together with no one else. There was so much angst between us, so many words still yet to be said, but our passion needed nothing else but our explosive touches and reminders of how desperate our need for each other was.

“You won’t need to, Isabel. I’ve already done that to myself.”

“Stop talking.” I pressed my hand against his lips. “Just don’t say anything else.” I rose onto my tiptoes, leaning forward. In just placing one hand on his chest, the sweep of emotions from before gave way to the raging desire that always shoved aside my common sense.

Maybe I should hate myself instead, but tonight I needed him as much as he did me.

As soon as I brushed my lips across his, he wrapped his arm around my waist. There was no turning back, even if I wanted to. The kiss was soft and tender, exploratory when I slipped my tongue inside. I could honestly enjoy nothing but kissing him for a long time.

Even if that would never be allowed.

He pulled me closer until the crushing weight of his body left me tingling all over. He finally thrust his tongue inside my wet mouth, plunging it back and forth across mine.

His growls echoed in the small space, reverberating until I was left to feel like his hunted prey. I could no longer feel the tingling effects of the heated water because of how intense the moment was.

I had to wonder if we’d always be this way or would give into comfort instead. He slipped one hand under my bottom, lifting me into his arms. I rolled mine around his shoulders, struggling with nerves because as with every nuance of what we shared, there was always a level of darkness.

The kiss was another statement of how tumultuous our relationship was while dragging every bit of yearning to the surface.

Maxsim pushed me against the tile wall, pulling away enough so he could drift his gaze slowly down the length of me. When his eyes locked with mine again, even the color in them had changed, darker and more penetrating.

Frozen in place, there was sheer enjoyment and satisfaction in watching how he reacted to the beads of water dancing across my body. His smile was as dark as his intense presence, filthy in a way that kept me thrilled. As he cupped my breasts, I pressed my hands against the wall, tingling all over.

Every hard press of his lips on my skin brought several scattered moans. He was the silent predator in his actions, twisting one nipple with his fingers while lowering his head and darting his tongue across the other. I was completely breathless when he pulled the tender bud into his mouth, sucking while rolling his tongue back and forth.

Pain drifted through me like a sweeping tidal wave and along with the soothing pleasure, I was close to full rapture.

He took his time, shifting to my other nipple, biting instead of sucking until I laughed and every muscle tensed.

While every one of my senses was on fire, all else faded into the background. There was something amazing about being in a vacuum. With slow and steady actions, he pressed kisses between my breasts, moving slowly down to my stomach. The draw to him was too powerful and I wrapped my arm around his head.

Every moan was scattered, every sound he made purely animalistic.

As he dropped to his knees, spreading my legs apart, I lolled my head to the side. The man had a masterful tongue and he wasted no time deciding to quench his thirst. Now I was laughing, more nervous than I’d been before. I could feel that I was completely letting go with him.

His tongue was a powerful instrument, creating an instant fever between my legs. My clit was on fire the moment he wrapped his lips around it. Every breath became a pant as he drove two fingers inside my tight channel. I licked beads of water off my lips while the steam continued to rise.

Even my legs were shaking as he held them wide open, using his thumbs as weapons while plunging his tongue in beside his fingers. I rocked forward until another rush of pleasure shot straight to my core.

As he developed a rhythm, I was quick to realize I wouldn’t be in control of my body for long. That’s how masterful he truly was, knowing exactly what I craved. Within seconds, I was tossing my head back and forth, fighting to keep from screaming.

He added a third and fourth finger and that was it. I couldn’t take the beautiful pressure any longer. The climax was an out of body experience, so powerful my vision was completely foggy. As usual, he was relentless in his actions, refusing to stop even as my pussy became sensitive to his touch.

Maxsim was a true beast in disguise, acting as if this was a moment of claiming me as a savage would do in the wild. And there was no denying how amazing the thought made me feel.