Chapter 138 - Invictus [A] (1/2)

[Written while listening to Lana Del Rey's L.u.s.t for Life. Thank you very much]

Olivia's hand flew to his wrist, their eyes that burned with wanton need met for a brief second but it was enough to ignite them.

Their eyes never left each other as they moved in sync with Maxen riding up her gown, while Olivia straddled herself on his l.a.p, her legs splayed on either of his sides.

”We're made for each other, Max,” she breathed whilst their foreheads came in contact.

Tipping his chin, he rubbed his nose against her, and a s.e.xy smile curved Olivia's lips. ”Yes, we are made for each other, baby.” He captured her bottom lip, biting it, tugging it until she whimpered from pain and p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e m.o.a.ning his name.

”Kiss me, Max.”

He did not need to be told, but he still waited for her to tell him because there's nothing s.e.xier than a lady begging you to touch her. Kissing her stole his breath away, no, both their breaths away. It consumed both of their souls, shredding their fears into smithereens.

Arching his back, he planted a soft kiss behind her ear where she was most s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e at, swirling his tongue on the spot that made her c.h.e.s.t heave heavily with d.e.s.i.r.e.

While Maxen was busy peppering her with breathy kisses, she reached for his hand that was planted on her waist, guiding it to her back where a giant bow was waiting for him to loosen up. And like a present for Christmas, he tugged both ends of the bow, pulling her satin gown down, exposing her swollen b.r.e.a.s.t that screamed to be touched.

Olivia watched as her bra was drawn lazily away from her aching b.r.e.a.s.ts. Her eyes closed as his warm hands cupped the undersides of her b.r.e.a.s.ts, painting her caramel skin with goosebumps, and sending a rush of need between her legs.

Rubbing the pad of his thumb on her pebbled n.i.p.p.l.es, he looked up at her to watch her melt under his touch. He wanted to claim her, scream to the world that she's his and his alone—the same way that he's hers and nobody else's.

And when he stopped touching her, Olivia's eyes flew open to see his darkened gaze. She knew what he wanted for her to utter, and she didn't mind saying it in fact. A few seconds passed as Maxen's finger traced the contours of her body, touching everywhere, anywhere, except the place where she wanted him to touch her.

”Say it,” his voice was dark and heavy with carnal need. It almost sounded like a growl.

She gulped, closing her eyes when she felt his hot breath c.a.r.e.s.s the dip in her collarbone. ”All of me belongs to you, Max. My heart…” She gasped when he trailed a kiss on the length of her neck. ”My soul.” She paused, taking another deep breath when his hand squeezed her left b.r.e.a.s.t. ”My… my…”

”Your what, Olivia?” he asked, his hand sliding from her b.r.e.a.s.t, down to her torso, stopping at her mound, cupping it with a gentle force, that a mewl escaped her lips.

”My body. I'm yours, Max.”

”Is this mine?” He dipped his head, wrapping one n.i.p.p.l.e with his moist mouth, her body curved upward in response, and a faint smile ghosted his lips.

”Yeah,” came her breathy reply.

Moving to her other n.i.p.p.l.e, he brushed his lips on it, asking, ”How about this one?”