moth to a flame. Resisting the temptation to taste wasn’t even an option at this point. Lowering his head to her chest, Max took one nipple between his lips. His arms seemed to wind around her slim body of their own accord and before he knew it, Max had her wrapped up in…him. Zeta’s soft body felt so right cocooned in his arms. Max certainly felt more secure in the knowledge she couldn’t get away from him. All he could do was continue to touch and kiss her, rocking against her sex with his jeans-clad thigh.
Then it wasn’t enough.
With growing impatience, Max pulled his shirt over his head in one swift. Getting his jeans completely off simply wasn’t going to happen so he shoved them down his hips to free his shaft. If he didn’t get inside her soon, Max knew he’d go mad. With one swift move, he shoved himself inside her, parting silken folds to fill her completely. The relief was immediate and tremendous but soon fed the hunger inside him once again to possess her completely. The skin-to-skin contact settled him somewhat, but it still wasn’t enough. Max needed Zeta to surrender to him, to know she would forever belong to him.
Shifting his position over her slightly, Max pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, surging deep. Zeta cried out sharply, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders. Music…such beautiful music…
“You’re mine, Zeta,” he whispered next to her ear as he continued to thrust into her. “Always. Now and forever.”
“Max!” Her voice was the sweetest plea, one last protest before she gave in to him, and Max was alpha enough to recognize it. It was now or never. He had to tie her to him or risk losing her.
“Say it, Zeta! Say it now!”
“I…Max, please!”
He went deep, holding himself still as deep as he could get inside her. “You’re. Mine,” he snarled. “Only mine, Zeta. You belong to me. Say it. Now!”
“I can’t, Max,” she whimpered, her resolve cracking. He could see it in her face.
Reaching between them, he found her clit and pressed, rubbing insistently, purposely driving her over the edge into madness. “Say! It!”
“Yes!” she finally screamed. “Yours, Max! Yours! Yours!”
With a satisfied roar, Max emptied himself inside her as Zeta milked him for everything he had. She’d surrendered herself, just like he wanted. The only problem was, he’d surrendered himself to her as well. God help him when she realized it.
Chapter Nineteen
The smell of warm, well-satisfied man surrounding Zeta was a pleasant way to wake up. Sleep, when it came, had been interrupted pleasantly several times by Max’s intense lovemaking. He’d seemed to need it as much as she did. Now, he lay sprawled across her, his thigh lazily slung over one of hers. His face lay between her breasts where he lazily lapped at one nipple in his sleep. Lord knew he’d done it enough while he was awake. She had the urge to smile at that but an ache deep in her chest prevented it. Max always got what he wanted. If that meant he managed her with sex, Zeta had no doubt he’d do just that.
Taking a slow breath, Zeta eased out from under him. If she woke Max and he made love to her again, there was no way she’d survive with her heart intact. She’d be out like a light, not to wake up until she’d had a good eight hours. To say nothing of the pounding her heart would take when she woke only to realize nothing had changed between them. Hell, she was already in for a beating as it was. Her plan to force him to get to know her had backfired in a major way. In the process she’d gotten to know him, and what she found wasn’t altogether bad. There were things about Max she had grown rather fond of over the last few weeks. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. He was still a bastard. Making her fall in love with him was the last straw.
Quietly, she slipped from the bedroom and dressed. She had to get out of there, away from all this. Max’s life wasn’t for her
Then it wasn’t enough.
With growing impatience, Max pulled his shirt over his head in one swift. Getting his jeans completely off simply wasn’t going to happen so he shoved them down his hips to free his shaft. If he didn’t get inside her soon, Max knew he’d go mad. With one swift move, he shoved himself inside her, parting silken folds to fill her completely. The relief was immediate and tremendous but soon fed the hunger inside him once again to possess her completely. The skin-to-skin contact settled him somewhat, but it still wasn’t enough. Max needed Zeta to surrender to him, to know she would forever belong to him.
Shifting his position over her slightly, Max pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, surging deep. Zeta cried out sharply, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders. Music…such beautiful music…
“You’re mine, Zeta,” he whispered next to her ear as he continued to thrust into her. “Always. Now and forever.”
“Max!” Her voice was the sweetest plea, one last protest before she gave in to him, and Max was alpha enough to recognize it. It was now or never. He had to tie her to him or risk losing her.
“Say it, Zeta! Say it now!”
“I…Max, please!”
He went deep, holding himself still as deep as he could get inside her. “You’re. Mine,” he snarled. “Only mine, Zeta. You belong to me. Say it. Now!”
“I can’t, Max,” she whimpered, her resolve cracking. He could see it in her face.
Reaching between them, he found her clit and pressed, rubbing insistently, purposely driving her over the edge into madness. “Say! It!”
“Yes!” she finally screamed. “Yours, Max! Yours! Yours!”
With a satisfied roar, Max emptied himself inside her as Zeta milked him for everything he had. She’d surrendered herself, just like he wanted. The only problem was, he’d surrendered himself to her as well. God help him when she realized it.
Chapter Nineteen
The smell of warm, well-satisfied man surrounding Zeta was a pleasant way to wake up. Sleep, when it came, had been interrupted pleasantly several times by Max’s intense lovemaking. He’d seemed to need it as much as she did. Now, he lay sprawled across her, his thigh lazily slung over one of hers. His face lay between her breasts where he lazily lapped at one nipple in his sleep. Lord knew he’d done it enough while he was awake. She had the urge to smile at that but an ache deep in her chest prevented it. Max always got what he wanted. If that meant he managed her with sex, Zeta had no doubt he’d do just that.
Taking a slow breath, Zeta eased out from under him. If she woke Max and he made love to her again, there was no way she’d survive with her heart intact. She’d be out like a light, not to wake up until she’d had a good eight hours. To say nothing of the pounding her heart would take when she woke only to realize nothing had changed between them. Hell, she was already in for a beating as it was. Her plan to force him to get to know her had backfired in a major way. In the process she’d gotten to know him, and what she found wasn’t altogether bad. There were things about Max she had grown rather fond of over the last few weeks. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. He was still a bastard. Making her fall in love with him was the last straw.
Quietly, she slipped from the bedroom and dressed. She had to get out of there, away from all this. Max’s life wasn’t for her
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