"I should be the one saying that. Why do you keep on degrading me like this?" Sure, some female Fae were creative in bed, but Maxi was hell-bent on conquering him. Why? Why him?!
"Degrading?" Maxi thought about his words, amused, "Why? Because you’re at the bottom?"
Issac went red in the face. What has he gotten himself into? It was even more annoying that he found himself hard down there. How could he be aroused in this situation? He should fight for his dignity, not think through his dick.
Maxi’s smile grew and he swallowed, knowing that it couldn’t be anything good.
"I guess all the women are not so good in bed if you’ve stuck with this mentality for long. But don’t worry, I’m here to change that."
Issac shivered at the dark promise in her tone, his throat going dry while the lower part of his body hardened in anticipation. Fuck, he had no idea what he was doing anymore.
"Also, aren’t you curious to know..." Maxi purred, lowering her head and brushing her lips across his throat such that a thrill traveled down his spine before tracing along his Adam’s apple, biting the protruding bob with the edges of her teeth, whispering into his ears, "I am quite flexible."
She planted explicit images in his head that had Issac cursing out and becoming harder, the bulge in his trouser now poking against her belly. The little vixen was going to be the death of him.
Maxi offered him, "Not to mention, I’m a horse shifter, and if you ever need any of my forms...." She let the words hang in the air knowing he would grasp the meaning soon.
Just as expected, Issac’s eyes widened and his fierce gaze bored into her with a warning.
"Or maybe not," She grinned sheepishly, beginning to grind into him and his head fell back, relishing the exhilarating feeling.
This was not how he thought things would go between them with Maxi riding him on the floor with their clothes intact even though they might as well be naked with how tightly pressed they were; the clothes felt like a second skin. A skin he could not wait to tear off.
The horse shifter slipped her hand beneath his tunic, continuing her game of seduction with her teasing looks and touches, igniting the deep seeded passions until he lost the battle with his lust. With an inhuman growl, Issac seized her by the neck, pulling her towards him.
Maxi did not resist him as his lips met hers in a harsh kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She was not shy about her passion, threading her hand into his hair as their tongues swept together, teeth clashing. Maxi made a strangled sound while he growled in response, both of their needs matching.
They did not pause for air as the passion poured between them in an uninterrupted torrent, each touch and kiss taking them to a height they never thought they would find with each other. Issac did not even realize when his hand traveled down and cupped her bottom.
Their moans rang across the room and if they could create this much heat with their clothes on, Issac had no doubt they would set the room on fire when he was deep within her. To think that this was what he was missing out on and recalling that Maxi would have found someone else to have a good time with sent anger flaring inside of him that he lifted his hand and brought it down on her ass.
Maxi whimpered into his mouth before tearing away to stare at Isaac with surprise. Looks like someone was picking on quite quickly. Her breathing was labored as she told him, "Do it again."
Issac was stunned by her request before his lips curled and his eyes seemed to shine with delight. He could tell she was hot and wet, ready for him. And by the gods, Issac had never wanted to be inside anyone so badly he couldn’t breathe.
So he smacked her ass again and she moaned.
"Again!" She demanded
He hit her again and she seemed to enjoy it with a throaty moan.
"Harder Isaac!"
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