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She became hyper–aware of the raw, erotic sounds, and instead of shame, it only made her feel hotter, needier, and even more desperate for him to keep going.
any kind of She moaned and panted, fingers clenching the bedsheets beneath her for grounding. Her hips lifted slightly, giving Maxwell better access, and he took full advantage of the position, plunging deeper with every thrust. Her stomach began to bulge slightly from the force, and his hand pressed down on that spot, intensifying the sensation she was feeling.
His temple rested against hers, sweat trickling down his skin and dripping onto her as he moved faster, deeper, chasing the climax that would take them both over the edge.
“Maxwell…” Addison finally managed to breathe out his name, her voice broken and panting as she tried to urge him to slow down. But the moment Maxwell heard her call out to him like that, it was as if she had ignited a fire deep in his chest.
Then his lips crashed into hers.
When Maxwell felt her nearing the edge, he quickened his pace, hips snapping harder as he wrapped his arms around her even tighter, like he was trying to fuse their bodies into one. He didn’t want this moment to end.
The room was filled with the chorus of their shared panting, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, and the slick, wet sounds every time Maxwell thrust into her. And now that he had drawn attention to it, Addison couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Maxwell had lost all sense of time–he didn’t know how long he’d been moving inside her, only that he was getting dangerously close. His breaths came in ragged gasps as the pressure built deep within him.
Inside her, she could feel his cock swelling, throbbing, and her inner walls responded- clenching around him with pulsing need. But Addison was barely conscious of anything beyond sensation. Her lashes fluttered, and her mind flickered between bursts of awareness and pure bliss.
And then it hit her, like a crashing wave of heat and electricity. Her body trembled, convulsing as the climax tore through her, the familiar itch in her gums returning with force. She bit down hard, muffling her cry, while beside her ear, she heard Maxwell
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groan, deep, guttural, and raw, as he spilled into her, his eyes shut tight, face buried in her neck, savoring the sensation of falling apart together.
A quiet desperation stirred within him, whispering fears that when tomorrow came, everything might return to how it once was–distant, uncertain. So he held her like she was his whole world, burying himself in the feeling of having Addison, completely and solely his.
Tonight had unraveled her because of her three different mates, each one pulling her into different emotional depths. The highs they gave her weren’t just physical; they touched something deeper in her, filling the cracks she hadn’t realized existed.
“Good girl…” he growled, his voice low and indulgent. “Let your man pamper you a little more, hmm?”
Their gazes locked, and in that moment, Addison saw it. The burning fire in his eyes. A wildfire of want, love, and hunger that looked ready to consume her whole.
What followed was the sound of their mingled, heavy panting echoing in the quiet room. Maxwell’s hips gave a few slow, lazy thrusts before he finally slumped forward, collapsing on top of her. His weight blanketed her entirely, his body warm and trembling against hers.
Instead of slowing, he began thrusting even harder, making Addison’s eyes roll back as waves of pleasure threatened to steal the breath from her lungs.
“Oh God, you feel so damn good, Addie, Fuck…” Maxwell groaned, his voice breaking with pleasure. Now that both Zion and Levi were out cold, Addison felt wholly his–and that realization made something in him soar. He felt euphoric, like his heart was rising along with the high of their mating, every second sinking him deeper into this primal, blissful bond.
“Hmmm…” Addison nodded faintly, her obedience making Maxwell smirk against her lips. Without wasting a second, he dove in, his tongue plunging into her mouth with desperate hunger, like a man starved for her taste. He sought out her tongue, sucking it possessively between his lips before teasing it with his own, his kiss as relentless and fervent as the way he moved inside her.
Behind her, his hips rocked in a steady, needy rhythm, each thrust timed to the pulse of his desire. Addison’s moans deepened, her body trembling as that familiar, euphoric pressure began to coil low in her belly. Her hips, almost instinctively, started to roll
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and meet his, syncing with his movements as her pleasure climbed higher–second by aching second.
“Come on, say it again…” he urged, his voice low and coaxing before adding with a teasing edge, “Can you hear it, Addie? That lewd, wet sound… It’s so damn inviting, I can’t help myself. My hips move on their own–like the starving wolf I am.”
Her lips parted again, breathy and submissive. “M–Maxwell…”
His husky voice sent shivers down her spine. Hearing him talk like that made Addison’s face burn with embarrassment, but also ignited something deeper inside her,
something wild and intoxicating.
“That’s right… Baby, no, Addie, say my name,” Maxwell panted, his voice thick and breathless as the wet, indecent sounds made by their intertwined bodies echoed through the room.
Was this the true power of fated bonds? Or just the overwhelming intoxication of pleasure? She didn’t know. She only knew that, somehow, she felt whole.
“Hmm…” Addison moaned, her mind hazy as pleasure clouded all coherent thought. She couldn’t think straight anymore–especially not when Maxwell kept whispering things like that, pulling her attention to every little sensation, making her hyperaware of every movement, every sound, every touch.
“Addie,” he murmured breathlessly between heated kisses, his voice thick with longing, “I’m close… I want to cum with you.”
Now that she could finally breathe again, Addison tried to lift her head from the pillow –but just as she did, Maxwell started thrusting again, faster now, yet still deep and deliberate. The intensity made her body jolt forward with every stroke, and her hips trembled, struggling to hold steady beneath the growing storm of pleasure.
With those words, he started thrusting harder and faster, each roll of his hips deliberate and deep. Addison cried out louder this time, her body trembling beneath him as he supported himself with his knees on either side of her hips, angling perfectly to hit all the right spots.
She could feel every ridge and contour of him inside her, the pressure building until it bordered on overwhelming. Words failed her now–just calling his name was all she could manage. But that, more than anything, only fueled Maxwell further, as if her
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voice alone injected adrenaline straight into his veins.
“Addie… Addie…” he murmured her name breathlessly against her lips, again and again, like a prayer and a promise, his voice rough with emotion as he neared his climax.
Driven by instinct and need, he shifted Addison onto her knees, her front still facing the mattress as he pulled her hips back to meet his rhythm. One arm wrapped firmly around her waist, supporting her, before his hand found her breast and began to fondle it with possessive tenderness. With his other hand, he gently cradled her jaw, guiding her head to the side until her eyes met his.
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