Alyssa ♔
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🔥 A/N This chapter contains sexual content only suitable for older readers. If you skip it, you won't miss any of the storyline.🔥

The warmth of his mouth envelops me, and without a second thought, I reach up and gently wrap my arms around his neck. My fears about Justin fade as the space between us closes. Whichever genius said home is not a place but a feeling is right; this is where I belong.

Pulling Max closer, I tilt my head for a deeper kiss, clutching his t-shirt tightly. It's stupid, but part of me feels like he'll slip away as soon as I let go, so I don't. Both hands stay on him, one exploring his chest under his t-shirt, the other gripping his neck.

"Fuck," he breathes against my mouth, his voice low and strained. "I've missed you so fucking much."

I close my eyes and kiss him again, the huskiness of his voice only fueling my desperation. He presses into me, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and clenching my hair in his fist. A breath escapes my lips, the quiet frustration between us making everything twice as intense. It's been so long since we've touched like this that neither wants to waste a second.

My hands wander over him, torn between his back and chest, hair, or face. I end up touching everywhere, desperate to soak up every square inch because, god, I've been starved. Max returns the favor, sliding his hands down my hips to my ass and grabbing me in his palms.

I sigh against his mouth, stuck between wanting to rush to the best part and wanting this part to last. Max pulls back a little, his dark gaze traveling over my face, drinking every little detail. When he's finished, he takes hold of my face with a ragged breath, switching between kissing and looking at me. After everything that's happened, he's scared I'll slip away, too.

Determined to prove him wrong, I tighten my arms around him. He smiles against my lips, igniting the most intense flutter in my chest. Oh, how I've missed that smile.

"I'm never letting you go," he promises in my ear. "I hope you know that."

I trace my nails along his tense back, watching his jaw tighten. "Good," I murmur, pressing my lips to his. All I want now is to taste every inch of him, to feel his wandering hands on my skin; all I want now is to love him.

Somewhere between kisses, I decide we need fewer clothes and start to remove my pajama pants. Max intervenes, sliding them down my bare legs and discarding them, then sheds his t-shirt. Soon, he's before me in just his jeans, his chiseled chest bathed in firelight.

I wait for his heavy, dark eyes to meet mine before saying, "Those too."

"Yes, ma'am." In one swift motion, he slides off his jeans, tossing them aside before leaning over me. My breath hitches; the lack of clothing means I can feel every inch of him through his boxers, prodding the band of my underwear.

I lift my hips until he's positioned between me, wondering if he can feel my wetness through the fabric. One look at his face, the way his body stiffens, and I know he can feel every drop. His gaze runs over me, jaw muscles tensing like it's taking every ounce of his strength to take things slow.

More is all I can think of right now. I need more. I yank Max closer, brushing his cheek with the tip of my nose, savoring the feel of his skin. My lips find his ear, nibbling and sucking until he lets out a rough, unsteady breath. "I love you, Max O'Connor," I whisper, and his notions about taking things slow vanish.

He slides on top of me, lifting his mouth away from mine to bury it in my neck. I feel myself shudder, the scent of his rich cologne sending a lashing of heat between my thighs. His mouth comes hot and fast in my ear, softly grazing the skin. "Say it again."

I fight the flood of warmth to my thighs and lift my head, looking directly into his face. Maybe I should be scared to open my heart up again, to trust him with it one last time, but I'm not. Despite the potential of getting hurt, I've never felt more sure. "I love you."

The words are like kindling to a fire. Excitement rushes through me as his mouth claims mine, coaxing apart my lips like he owns me, like I'm his. I kiss him right back, running my hand back and forth across his boxers until he lets out a sudden rough breath.

Our eyes lock, and his disheveled appearance makes me smile. It's hard to believe that once upon a time, Max O'Connor bordered on hating me. Now, it's like I'm the only girl to ever turn him on.

He catches the smile, a wicked glint appearing in his eyes. Leaning over me with agonizing slowness, his hand glides down my throat, pausing just before my satin tank top. I lie still, sucking in a breath as he pulls down the fabric, exposing my breasts.

For a moment, he just stares at me, eyes black with desire as they trace every curve of my body. He leans in, cupping my breast and circling my nipple with his thumb. "You're so fucking beautiful, Alyssa."

I feel the blush rise all the way to my cheeks. I've heard this phrase hundreds of times from all kinds of men, but when Max says it, I know he sees more than just my face; he sees me. I close my eyes, concentrating on the feel of his fingers searing my skin. He moves to my other breast, taking my hard, taut nipple in his mouth and making me gasp out loud.

It's as if every nerve ending in my body wakes at once. I cup the back of Max's neck, lost in the feeling of his hot, wet mouth. He takes his sweet time, flicking his tongue back and forth across my nipple until the sensation becomes too much, and I'm forced to writhe beneath him. But even then, there's no mercy. He continues his assault across my chest, moving up the center of my throat before gently grazing my lobe.

"Do me a favor," he whispers, "and spread your legs for me, Alyssa."

Never has heat settled between my thighs so fast. They part instinctively as Max slots between them, firelight reflected in his eyes. He reaches between us, running his hand down the length of my stomach and brushing my clit through my underwear. I jolt with each stroke, forced to grab fistfuls of the blanket for support, but nothing I do offers relief. 

I reach for his boxers, determined to unravel him the way he has me, but there's no time. He tugs aside my underwear before I can move, running his finger up and down between my fold, using my wetness to circle my clit. I stifle a moan, lost to the back-and-forth motion of his touch and the tiny little shocks it sends through me. Any ideas about teasing him disintegrate; I am completely, irrevocably, at his mercy.

It isn't long before his restricted access frustrates him. He stops momentarily to slide down my panties, then tosses them aside before spreading my thighs. I quiver beneath him, feeling the cold air for all of two seconds before his mouth closes over me, licking and sucking my clit. 

I moan louder, praying that my mom won't wake up and find Max with his face between my legs. While I'm confident she's beginning to thaw toward him, seeing this would drive her over the edge, yet stopping is the last thing on my mind; consequences be damned.

The pressure between my legs grows stronger. I throb and jerk like my body has decided the pleasure is too much, I can't take it, but every time my thighs snap shut, Max forces them open, running his tongue along my slit. Needing a release, I lift my hands above my head to grip the blankets, each lashing of his tongue sending an intense ripple of pleasure through me, drowning me in ecstasy.

Another rolling wave, and I don't think I can take it. I grab Max by the back of his neck, half-torn between pushing him away and pulling closer. He ends up deciding for me, replacing his mouth with two of his fingers and slowly inserting them inside me.

"Oh god, Max," I whimper, but that's all I manage. His mouth covers mine, absorbing the rest of my whimpers with his tongue while he pumps his fingers into me. I squirm and writhe, desperate to find some semblance of relief, but each time I move, he brings me back.

And yet, I'm not the only one suffering. His breathing grows stuttered, chest rising and falling at a pace that matches mine. I reach toward him in desperation, pushing down his boxers until he springs against my stomach. 

His eyes meet mine as I move my hand up and down, watching his entire body stiffen. He angles his head, looking at the ceiling with apparent resistance, desperate to last as long as possible. When he can't hold back, he kisses me harder, pumping his fingers in rhythm with my hand.

The flood of intense heat between my legs tells me I won't last much longer. Max's pained expression tells me he won't, either. I grab his shoulders, yanking him toward me with the most desperate look I can muster.

He pulls his fingers out of me with a long, drawn-out breath. They're soaking wet, practically glistening under the light of the fire, which only seems to unravel him more. Unable to help myself, I bring his fingers to my lips, savoring them. He sharply inhales, then swiftly aligns my hips with his.

I gasp, directing him closer. He guides himself with his hand, running the tip back and forth between my fold, forcing me to tremble every time he brushes my clit. His eyes find mine with a flash of hesitation, questioning if I'm sure, and something tells me he doesn't just mean sure about this but him. I grasp his waist, giving a quick, desperate nod.

With a smoldering look, he gently wraps an arm around my thigh. Slowly, he eases into me, each movement making me bite back a soft whimper. I grab his shoulders, needing support as he takes me inch by inch, breaking through any resistance until I'm completely filled by him.

To say it feels better than last time is an understatement. I'm overwhelmed, lost in sensation, and unable to catch my breath or form a clear thought. All I know is the all-consuming feeling of my body stretching to accommodate him.

He stops to gently caress my cheek, giving me a moment to adjust. But I don't need a moment. I don't want to wait. I tug on his hips, and he happily obliges, hitting me with a succession of thrusts that deepen each time, forcing me to moan into his shoulder.

"Fuck," he pants against my neck, thrusting again. I cling to him harder, each thrust to my G-spot like another step closer to a cliff's edge. He's gasping into my neck, filling me up again and again like he can't – and will never – get enough of me. I try to manage the overwhelming sensation, clawing his back and fisting the blankets, doing what I can to take it. But the faster he goes, the more the pressure builds, every nerve preparing to explode.

Eyes closed, I roll my hips and listen to the sound of our bodies colliding, blending with the sound of heavy breaths. I'm holding on for dear life, certain the second I let go of his shoulders, I'll come crashing to reality, and reality is the last thing I want; I want this feeling to last forever.

Forever feels closer than ever. I try to keep going, to remain on this cliff that little bit longer, but his mouth comes hard and fast on my lips, threatening to send me over the edge. "You're mine, Alyssa," he says in my neck. "Always."

I don't know what does it first, the low growl of his voice or that final thrust, but suddenly my body stiffens, every muscle spasming at once, leaving me a quivering mess. He continues to thrust, his face contorted like he's close to the edge, and all I can do is clench down and take it.

"Fuck," he says, his gravelly voice filling my ear. "I love you," and just like that, he's filling me up, throbbing and pulsing inside me.

I'm still shivering when he falls on top of me, burying his face in my neck. I embrace him, dazed and weak, gently stroking the back of his head.

If I never feel this way again, I'll still die happy.

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