34. Max

" O h, my... Draven, fuck!" The feeling of him fucking my ass, just like I asked, is driving me insane.

"That's it..." The way he sounds behind me, his hands grazing every inch of my body, pushing me over the edge. I need him so bad, closer, deeper. Reaching back, I grab onto his forearm and hoist myself up. The moment I do, he fills me right to the base of his cock.

"Holy fucking shit!" I cry out, the sensation of him so deep within me is driving me crazy because I want more. I need more of him, everything.

Fuck, I want to tell him that whatever is left of my heart, he can have it. I want him more than I have ever wanted anyone in my life. That I.. .

Shaking the thought from my mind I focus on us right now.

That's impossible.

With my back to his chest, I bring one of my arms up and circle it around his neck, my head resting against his shoulder. With my free hand, I suck two of his fingers into my mouth, soaking them with my saliva. Leaning in, I murmur against his lips, "Touch me."

He growls, scattering tiny bumps all over my skin in the style of a Mexican Wave and the moment his fingers press to the sensitive little nub between my legs, I'm a goner.

" Tu te sens si bien, " he breathes into my ear, his breath dancing across the crook of my neck.

"W-what does that... fuck that's it... oh fuck!" I can't even form a fucking sentence right now. Small beads of sweat begin to form between my breasts as he continues to flick his fingers over my clit. My teeth biting into my bottom lip.

"You feel so good Max," he breathes again, "that's... what... I said."

Angling my head, I take his lips, pulling him closer to me so I can kiss him just the way I want.

"Spank me!" I demand, not caring that I sound like a needy little slut right now. The next sound is the crack of his palm on the side of my ass, shivers shooting right to the pleasure spot.

"Again!" I beg.

He chuckles, "So fucking needy for me." Yet giving me exactly what I ask for. He feels so fucking good inside me, I don't want it to stop.

Through shallow thrusting, he keeps most of himself sheathed within me. Stretching me, marking me irrevocably as his and ruining me for any other person on this earth. Taking away every single second or feeling of hate I have for myself.

Pulling out, he flips me onto my back, dragging me to the edge of the bed so my ass is hanging off. Dropping to his knees, my legs instinctively drop open, already desperate to feel his mouth on me. Lifting his palm, he slaps my pussy so hard, I arch off the bed instantly. My back bowing as I grip the comforter tight within both hands.

Using both his thumbs, he spreads me open, running his tongue up the entirety of my dripping slit.

"Max, you taste so fucking good."

I've never felt confident with any part of my body when I'm naked and right now, I'm practically spread open for him to see everything and for the first time in my life, I'm scared.

As if knowing what's in my head he says, "You're perfect Max, fucking made for me." Bringing my legs up and over his shoulders, my thighs squeezing against either side of his face. "Come for me."

Dipping three fingers inside me, he begins to thrust. The deeper he goes, the faster he gets, the more my moans echo out into the trailer. My cold, dead, heart pounding in my chest so hard that it might burst free.

The one I swore I never had. The heart that beats only for him and if it wasn't him, then it would never beat for anyone ever again. After a short space of time, I have unknowingly lost myself within this man. He's unknowingly stolen everything I have left to give, and I'll happily spend the rest of my life proving to him it was worth it.

His pace quickens and my stomach drops at the stir in my lower belly. "Draven, fuck!" I force myself up, pulling my legs open and gripping his face, dragging him toward me in a searing kiss. "I want to come with you inside me. "

With his knees still situated on the floor of the trailer, he drags me down off the bed and into his lap. Reaching between us, I wrap one arm around his neck and the other I slide between our bodies, moving his cock to my back hole, sliding down on it torturously slow. So slow that both our moans blend into one.

" Ffffuck ," he drags out the word.

Taking one of his hands, I raise it up to my throat the moment I begin to sink down further onto his thick and veiny shaft. Looking him dead in the eyes I smile.

"Choke me." Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth and running my teeth over it as it pops back out.

"Ride my cock, Max," he growls, squeezing my throat and looking deep into my eyes before he's spanking me again. His palm connecting to the side of my ass; my breath hitching at the rough connection.

Immediately, I begin to roll my hips back and forth, grinding on him in desperate, wanting circles. Moving my body any way I can get him deeper inside me because it never feels like it's enough with him. I'm always left dreaming of more.

The overpowering feeling of euphoria surrounding me when his hand tightens further around my throat, and the little black spots begin to dance at the corners of my eyes. My body shivering with absolute pleasure as my ass slaps against his thighs, I can feel myself tightening with each movement.

The feeling of imminent death so close I can taste it etching itself into my very soul.

"Do not come," he orders, "not until I say so. Do you hear me?" Dragging me forward by my neck, he brings his lips to mine and devours me like this is the last time he will ever feel himself close to me.

I hum in response, not willing to break the kiss in fear of lost seconds with him. Pressing the soles of my feet to the cold floor, I begin bouncing myself up and down, using his shoulders to help balance me with each thrust.

"That's my girl, fuck." He hums against my mouth, nipping the soft skin of my bottom lip between his teeth. "Take it all, Max."

"Oh my—" I catch my breath, "you feel so good, Draven." I coo breathlessly, my mind confused with why this feels so different with him, why I don't want this to end… why him.

"I know, Petit Mouton ." That name will be stuck with me forever, if he calls me anything other than that I'll kick his fucking ass. I'm his and I know even if I tried, he wouldn't let me go. Jesus Christ, do people really feel like this after such a short time? I used to laugh at those kinds of people.

I might belong to him, but he is just as much mine and there's nobody else he will belong to. He told me I'd have to shoot him to rid myself of him. The thing is, how can I remove him, when he's the part of me I didn't know I'd needed.

"Please…" The walls closing in, my vision becoming blurry, and the throbbing at my core is driving me insane. I'm desperate and I can't hold it anymore.

"You can come for me now, Max." Draven's words are soft as he coaxes the final wave from me and I allow myself to let go, pleasure encasing me tightly. Pushing me back, he fucks me hard and rough through my orgasm, and I squirt everywhere.

Covering both me, him, and the floor with my release. With a few final pumps, he grunts his own within me.

Leaning back, he cups my face within his strong hands, searching my eyes, brushing the hair from my face. His thumbs glide against my now rosy cheeks.

His beautiful grey eyes looking over me like I'm almost… precious. As though he is storing every single feature of mine to his memory.

Nobody on this earth, has ever looked at me the way Draven does.

I always thought when Death would finally come, I'd be scared, but with him, I'd gladly jump into the darkest depths to follow him. Blinking back the heated strain behind my eyes, I'm lost in his gaze as he stares down at me, kissing me once and lowering his head to my chest. I can't say anything right now. Even though I know exactly what he's trying to tell me, but can't. The only thing I can whisper is…

"Ditto," lifting my head to take his lips into another soft kiss.