Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 58

His lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding, and the world dissolved into nothing but him. The storm outside raged, but it might as well have been miles away-because the storm inside us was louder, fiercer, hungrier.

Maximus kissed like a man starved, his mouth moving over mine with ruthless possession. His tongue swept past my lips, tangling with mine in a wicked, erotic dance that left me moaning helplessly into him. My hands flew up, desperate to touch him, to feel every inch of the hard, wet planes of his body-but he was faster.

With a growl, he caught my wrists. The restraint sent a jolt o electricity through me, my body arching instinctively into his as if begging for more.

His cock pressed against me thick, hard, impossible to ignore. The pressure sent a wave of molten heat spiraling between my legs, and I whimpered into his mouth, shameless, my body betraying every ounce of need I felt.

He broke the kiss only long enough to pick me up, lifting me as though I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, locking tight, anchoring myself to him. His hands gripped me possessively, one cupping the curve of my ass, the other pressed between my shoulder blades to keep me flush against him.

Every step he took shook me, each stride purposeful, until he lowered me.

The mattress caught me, but it wasn’t gentle. No-he laid me out like prey, like a prize he had finally allowed himself to claim. My damp hair fanned across the pillow, chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples peaked and aching in the cool cabin air.

Maximus hovered over me, his weight a solid wall of heat pressing me down, trapping me in the best possible way. His mouth descended on mine again, rough, greedy, devouring. His teeth caught my bottom lip, biting hard enough to sting, then soothing with his tongue before diving back in for more.

I moaned into him, hips bucking upward of their own accord, desperate for friction. He groaned against my mouth, low and guttural, the sound vibrating straight through my core.

His lips trailed downward, over the curve of my jaw, down my throat.

He bit there too, sharp enough to make me gasp, then licked the spot with sinful slowness.

When his mouth hovered above mine again, his eyes blazed with something dangerous, something feral.

“Aren’t you scared I’ll kill you?” he whispered, his voice a gravelly rumble that sent chills skating over my skin.

1 was breathless, trembling, but not from fear. My lips parted, my voice shaky but certain. “I thought we’ve already established the fact that you won’t kill me.”

His laugh was dark, a low, menacing sound that made my thighs clench around him. His teeth flashed, predatory. “So you’re not scared?”

I shook my head, heart hammering. “No.”

“You should be,” he murmured, his mouth ghosting mine. His breath was hot, wicked, a promise and a threat all at once. “Because I have a long list of bad things! want to do to you.”

Before I could even form a reply, his lips closed around my nipple.

My back arched violently, a strangled cry ripping from my throat. Heat shot through me like lightning, sharp and consuming, as his mouth worked me with a hunger that bordered on savage. His tongue swirled, flicked, then drew me in deep, sucking with greedy intent.

My eyes rolled back, pleasure blinding me as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same devastating attention. His teeth scraped lightly over the sensitive peak, and I gasped his name, breathless and desperate.

“Maximus-oh goddess-”

His free hand wasn’t idle It snaked down my stomach with slow, deliberate intent, fingers brushing lower, lower, until he pressed against the aching heat between my thighs.

gasped, hips jerking upward.

He groaned around my nipple, the vibration making me cry out as his fingers slid against my slick folds. The contrast of his hot mouth at my breast and his hand teasing my pussy was too much, too intense.

Slow. He rubbed my clit in slow, agonizing circles that had me panting, my body straining against the hand that held my wrists pinned.

“Please,” I begged, unable to stop myself. My voice was broken, needy.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

His teeth caught my nipple again, biting just hard enough to send a shudder through me before he soothed it with his tongue. His hand moved lower, two thick fingers sliding inside me in one smooth thrust.

I shattered around him, screaming his name, my entire body convulsing as my orgasm tore through me with brutal force. My thighs clamped around his hand, my back arched high off the bed, and my vision went white.

But he didn’t stop.

He worked me through it, milking every drop of pleasure until I was left trembling, broken, panting against the sheets.

Only then did he withdraw, his fingers glistening with my release. He lifted them to his mouth again, licking them clean slowly, deliberately, groaning like a man starved for more.

My chest heaved, my eyes wide and blown as he finally descended back to my lips, claiming my mouth in a kiss that was all tongue, all teeth, all need. I moaned into him, tasting myself on his tongue, and it made me even dizzier with want.

“I want you,” I gasped against his mouth, my voice raw, desperate. “I want you now Inside me. Please.”

His body tensed, his cock pressing harder against my hip, thick and throbbing, ready.

I grabbed his face with trembling hands, dragging his mouth back to mine. “Now, Maximus. I can’t wait anymore.”

He broke the kiss, hovering just above me, his eyes wild, feral, burning with a fire so hot it threatened to consume us both.

“You really don’t know what you’re asking for,” he rasped, his voice guttural, dangerous.

But I did.

And I wanted it.

I arched against him, my voice breaking into a desperate plea.

“I want you inside me now.”