Chapter 234 - Flush of Excitement (1/2)

Up in the loft, a laughing Maxen landed on the bed after Olivia shoved him.

Earlier, the little prince was pushing her towards the ensuite when he had the urge to unleash his cheeky side, starting with tickling nibbles on the shell of her ear, which she welcomed by angling her neck to the side. However, his open mouth kisses which fanned a warm breath on her skin turned into bared fangs that pierced through her skin and s.u.c.k.e.d the daylights out of her through her neck.

Seeing the red mark on Olivia's neck, Maxen decided to send Jack away before Olivia would see and go berserk, unleashing her monstrous side.

”You may leave now, Jack,” Maxen spoke loud enough for the trapped man on the main floor to scramble out of the cabin. He drank Olivia's seething form, amused at how red her cheeks were with anger.

They heard a throat clearing down on the main floor and a door softly cl.i.c.k.i.n.g close. A boyish grin curved Maxen's lips. Finally. Alone time.

”Annoying little prince,” Olivia seethed. She immediately checked her reflection in the mirror and yanked her jacket to the side to check the side of her neck where Maxen took a soft bite, seeing for herself a patch of skin that turned cherry. The image made her stomach come to a rolling boil that she couldn't help but growled his name, ”Maxen!”

”Whaaaat?” Maxen chuckled. He put an innocent look on his face to mask the mischief that sparkled in his eyes.

”A hickey? Really?” Olivia looked over her shoulders and raised a single brow on Maxen.

”Hey, that will go away first thing in the morning unless you ask me for more later, which I would gladly give you,” Maxen said and winked at Olivia, swinging his legs to get up from the bed. ”Go take a warm shower. I'll just set things up here first. I told Jack not to step a foot in here.”

”Why would you say that? Who cleaned this loft then?” Olivia asked.

”I did.” Maxen shrugged as if a prince cleaning something was normal.

”And why would you do that?” Olivia asked, peering up in the mirror to look at Maxen's reflection. She crossed her arms over her c.h.e.s.t and tipped her head to the side. She couldn't process the thought of whatever was coming out of Maxen's mouth.

”If there's one thing I learned from my months of living with you, my wife, which you never said and I just noticed, it is you never let other people in our bedroom. You always clean our bedroom. Well, sometimes there's Yana helping you, but she is not around so I did it myself—tidied this room up. Thank you very much,” Maxen said in a matter-of-factly tone.

”If you think your attentiveness would let you off the hook, then you're completely wrong.” Taking a sharp breath, Olivia turned around to face Maxen, who was now walking towards railings with a remote in hand.

He pushed a few buttons and the lights inside the cabin softened its glow. She stood still in place as if waiting for Maxen to join her in the bathroom. She thought maybe he was really off the hook, what with her waiting for him so they could take a bath together.

Throwing the remote on the bed, Maxen peeled his jacket off. He stopped short when he noticed Olivia was ogling him. ”Like what you see?”

Olivia shook her head. ”Nope. I like you more when you're n.a.k.e.d.”

Letting out a hearty laugh, Maxen peeled his clothes with excitement. His erection sprang out of his b.r.i.e.f.s as he stood proudly wearing nothing but his birthday suit. ”N.a.k.e.d it is,” he said, spreading his arms in a wingspan.

Suddenly, his demeanor shifted from playful to serious, confusing Olivia who was still wearing her rain-soaked clothes. He walked closer to her, gripping her waist before planting a searing kiss on her lips.

Never wanting to break their kiss apart, Olivia hooked her arms around Maxen's neck, m.o.a.ning when his tongue swirled with hers in a rhythmic and hypnotic dance. Smiling through their kiss, Maxen peeled Olivia's clothes, starting from her jacket. It dropped with a thud on the wooden floor. A sprinkle of water landed on their feet.

Sliding his hands under her blouse, he cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t, inciting another m.o.a.n from Olivia who pressed her body to his. ”Where's your bra?”

”I… I didn't put in on,” Olivia stuttered when Maxen moved from her lips to the length of her neck, peppering it with kisses. Electricity sn.a.k.e.d through her veins with Maxen's every touch, and intense d.e.s.i.r.e pooled between her legs. She had to rub her t.h.i.g.hs together.