117. Hannah

ONE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN

It's like the first time I came here.

Maddox holding my hand as he leads me through his house.

It's nothing like the first time I came here.

It's different.

My body feels lighter.

Maddox guides me into his room.

The room feels brighter.

The energy more vibrant.

Maddox watches me. He watches every single bit of me as he pulls my shirt over my head.

He watches me as he removes his own clothing.

It's nothing like the first time.

Maddox removes my last item of clothing, his boxers following to the floor.

He cradles me in his arms and sets me down in the center of the bed.

His mouth finds mine.

His hands trace the curves of my body.

His fingers stroke through my center, and he groans into my mouth.

It's nothing like the first time.

He tells me he loves me.

He hitches my knee up over his arm.

He asks me if I'm ready.

And it's nothing like the first time.

It's so much more.

When he fills me.

When his body crushes mine to the mattress.

When he groans against my temple.

It's so much more than the first time.

When Maddox tells me he loves me.

When Maddox shows me he loves me.

When Maddox proves that he loves me.

It's everything.

He's everything.