Chapter 286: Chapter 286 Tell Me, What You Want
"Ah—Maxwell!" Addison moaned, her voice breaking into a ragged gasp. Her eyes fluttered shut as that familiar sensation struck deep, sending waves of heat rushing through her.
Something was building inside her core, the tingling overflow consuming her senses. Her toes curled uncontrollably; she was teetering on the very edge.
"Baby, are you close? Are you cumming? Tell me how you’re feeling... hmm?" Maxwell murmured against her thigh, his voice vibrating against her skin and sending shivers through her body.
The sound of his voice alone pulled her closer to the edge. Addison was about to break, but being vocal during sex had never been her nature. The most she ever managed were a few words, little fragments meant less to express herself and more to signal her partner when she was about to cum, just so they’d ease up and keep her from losing control completely.
Because every climax left her nerves unraveling, pleasure so intense it threatened to make her pass out if her mate didn’t give her room to breathe.
But for Maxwell to ask her to describe how she felt? Addison didn’t even know where to begin; her mind was hazy, her thoughts scattered, and the helpless moans spilling from her lips left her barely able to form words.
"Baby, I want to hear you say it... I want you to tell me what you want... hmm?" Maxwell coaxed, his hum carrying a playful lilt. The sound vibrated against her as he wrapped his mouth around her clit, sucking deeply while his tongue swirled and teased it, heightening the overwhelming sensations crashing through her.
"I... yes..." Addison gasped, her back arching as her head tipped upward, eyes rolling back while her lashes fluttered helplessly; she could no longer keep them open. "I-I’m burning all over... and... something’s building down here..." Her trembling hand drifted down her stomach, while the other instinctively cupped her breast, giving it a squeeze before teasing her nipple.
The hardened bud tingled at her touch, and when she pinched it, a broken moan tore from her throat. It felt as though the nerves around it were connected to every part of her body, sending sparks all the way to her head.
"Hnnn... I-I’m about to cum. More... please?" she pleaded, her voice breathless and desperate. Forcing her heavy gaze downward, she tangled one hand into Maxwell’s damp hair while the other continued to tease her swollen peak.
When her eyes finally met his, she shuddered. Maxwell’s hungry stare glowed with golden flecks, his wolf peering through, and that alone sent an electrifying feeling through her very core.
"What else?" Maxwell coaxed, urging her to say more.
"And... I want you inside me..." Addison whispered, her voice trembling as her glazed eyes locked onto his, drowning in the pleasure overwhelming her senses.
The moment Maxwell heard those words, he didn’t hesitate. This was what he had been waiting for; he didn’t want to let her cum on her own, but to feel her unravel while he was inside her.
He had been guiding her, drawing her to say it, to ask for it. And now that she had, the sound of her desperate plea made his cock twitch, a bead of precum slipping free from the tip as his control frayed.
Unable to hold back, Maxwell rose in one fluid motion and turned Addison to face the wall, pressing her back gently until her ass aligned against him. He guided her into position, lifting her onto her tiptoes to meet his height.
Still, he was so tall that he even had to bend slightly to reach her entrance; his towering frame dwarfed her trembling body, and the anticipation between them crackled like fire.
"Baby... as you wish, I’ll put it in," Maxwell murmured, his voice trembling with excitement. He teased her entrance with the tip, rubbing slowly, before pressing forward. Even with just the head inside, Addison couldn’t help but cry out, her moans spilling louder, her body quivering at the intrusion.
One hand guided his cock into her, steady and unrelenting, while the other clamped firmly onto her shoulder, sliding up toward the back of her neck. The moment he pushed past her resistance, he drove himself in with a sharp thrust, his hand gripping the nape of her neck as if to anchor her.
Addison convulsed beneath the sudden pressure, her nerves exploding in a rush of tingling sparks that raced through every inch of her body.
"Ah!" The scream ripped from her throat as the fullness consumed her, overwhelming and intoxicating all at once.
"Fuck, Addie... you’re so wet it slid right in," Maxwell groaned, nostrils flaring as the heat of her insides clenched around him. He leaned forward, his hot breath ghosting across her back, sending a shiver racing from her scalp down to her tailbone, where her trembling body pressed flush against his lower belly.
Addison felt fireworks exploding behind her eyes, but Maxwell gave her no time to adjust to his thick cock. He pulled out slowly, just enough to tease, before driving himself back in hard—burying himself to the hilt. Addison’s back arched in response, her moans spilling as the force jolted through her.
The angle, combined with the faint light, revealed something that stole Maxwell’s breath: the faint, uneven sheen of old whip scars etched into her skin. Subtle against her tone, barely visible unless the light struck just right... yet undeniable. His jaw clenched tight, fury and desire twisting in his chest at the sight.
Of course, Maxwell knew where those scars came from; he was the one who had carried Addison to safety when she was barely clinging to life. For a long time, the memory had been buried beneath everything that came after.
The first time he mated with her, the room had been cloaked in near-darkness, and though they were in this very position, he hadn’t truly seen them. But now, with the early morning light streaming in, every uneven line, every faint sheen of those scars stood out to him.
His chest tightened, his heart twisting painfully for her. Yet that pain only deepened his desire to cherish her, to heal her in the only way he knew how.
His thrusts slowed, turning deliberate, more tender, while the hand that had been guiding his cock into her entrance earlier slid upward, tracing the raised patterns of her scars with reverence. Each stroke of his palm promised more than words ever could, even as he continued to pound into her from behind.
Addison’s breath hitched sharply at the warmth of Maxwell’s hand gliding across her scarred back, the tenderness in his touch clashing with the relentless rhythm of his deep thrusts. Her mind was lost in a haze of pleasure, every thought dissolving until there was nothing left but the overwhelming sensations he was drawing from her.
Her fingers clenched against the cool tiles, struggling for an anchor as her breasts swayed with each powerful movement. Then Maxwell’s lips found her back, scattering feverish kisses across her skin, and she shuddered when his right hand slid forward to claim her breast.
His palm molded over her softness, kneading firmly before his thumb and fingers began to tease her nipple, making her body tremble with a new surge of heat.
"Addie... Addie..." Maxwell’s voice broke with reverence as he thrust into her, his hips slapping against her in a rhythm that filled the bathroom with the raw sound of flesh meeting flesh.
The wet, lewd noises from her pussy only heightened the heat flooding Addison’s body, sending sparks racing along her nerves. Each ragged breath and muffled groan spilling from Maxwell’s lips made her ears burn, every sound pushing her closer to the edge.
His every movement, every touch, felt as though he wanted to fuse her body with his, claim her, comfort her, and heal her.
When his mouth found her back, Addison shivered. Maxwell’s lips trailed soft kisses before his tongue traced over one of her deepest scars, the long silver whip mark carved into her flesh.
The memory flashed in her mind when Greg’s merciless strike, the whip tearing into her muscle and refusing to come free, each brutal tug leaving a wound that should have never healed.
Thanks to Silas’s healing powers, the scars had faded enough that her skin looked almost smooth, enough that she could wear backless dresses without shame. But at this distance, under Maxwell’s reverent touch, there was no hiding them. Only he could see them. Only he could remind her that even the deepest wounds could be cherished.
And for some reason, Maxwell’s touch made Addison tremble even more, not just from the pleasure, but from the sincerity she felt in him, the way he wanted to take her pain away. Her moans grew hoarse, her voice breaking. "M-Maxwell... I-I’m cumming..." she whispered, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes.
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