Chapter 287: Chapter 287 Protect You Through Every Storm
"Let it out, baby... cum as much as you want," Maxwell murmured, gently tilting her face toward him. When he saw her reddened eyes, his chest tightened, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss against her lips. He wanted her to feel it, to know he would stand by her side, protecting her so that nothing like the past would ever haunt her again.
"Shh... don’t cry, baby," he whispered against her skin. "Just feel me inside you. Don’t think about the sadness anymore. From now on, I’ll be here, protecting you through every storm."
But hearing him say that only made Addison’s tears spill faster. Her back wasn’t the only place scarred—her heart and soul bore wounds just as deep. And yet, hearing Maxwell’s vow in the midst of their intimacy struck straight into her chest.
It didn’t feel like empty pillow talk whispered in the height of passion; his words carried sincerity. Against her will, Addison felt her heart open—just a little—to him.
"Good girl... just let your body feel it. Let go of your worries, hmm? Let me take care of you..." Maxwell whispered, his low voice brushing against Addison’s ear like velvet. The sound made her tremble, her body shivering from the mix of emotions and the pleasure coiling tight in her core. She felt as if she might combust at any second.
"Ugh, baby, you’re getting tighter," he groaned, his breath ragged. "Are you close? Then cum for me... soak my cock with your sweetness."
His pace quickened, thrusts sharper and deeper. Pulling back slightly, he gripped her hips firmly with his right hand, while his left slid to her ass, spreading her cheeks wider to give himself more room and intensify the pressure. Even his lower abdomen clenched as her walls squeezed him relentlessly, milking him with every desperate contraction.
As Maxwell pounded into her drenched pussy, his low groans and dirty murmurs spilled out between gritted teeth, each one laced with heat. Just hearing him, this side of him, was enough to make Addison’s mind unravel.
She felt utterly seduced by this lewd, unrestrained Maxwell, so far removed from the cold, indifferent man everyone else saw. Who would have thought he could be like this in bed? Even Addison hadn’t known, and now the stark contrast caught her off guard, enticing her, and feeding her hunger.
She never imagined dirty talk could feel this thrilling. But with every word and every thrust, her body climbed higher until it finally shattered. Pleasure ripped through her, so intense her body convulsed violently, her knees giving out as though she might collapse.
Maxwell’s arm tightened around her waist before she could fall, holding her steady. In his grasp, she dangled like a trembling doll, utterly consumed by the waves of ecstasy flooding her.
Yet even as her voice cracked, her moans breaking into breathless cries of pleasure and pleading, Maxwell didn’t stop. He drove her further, mercilessly, as though determined to brand her with every last drop of desire.
"S-Stop... I’m still cumming—stop..." Addison whimpered through her broken moans, but Maxwell only drove his hips harder, his thick cock swelling and twitching deep inside her. She realized then that he was close too, chasing his own release while using her trembling body to ride the peak.
It was overwhelming. Her body, already wracked with sensitivity from her climax, couldn’t handle the relentless assault. The overstimulation made her cum again and again, until she was nothing but a moaning mess, her voice unrecognizable as incoherent cries and gasps spilled past her lips.
Maxwell’s own hoarse growls filled the air, rough and primal, each one somehow heightening her spiraling pleasure.
"God... this is—" Her words broke as her eyes rolled back, her body nearly collapsing from the sheer ecstasy. But Maxwell didn’t let her fall. Instead, he hooked his right arm tightly around her waist, easily lifting her off the floor.
He pressed her flushed body against the wall, his weight pinning her there, his body covering hers completely. Trapped between him and the wall, Addison felt like she was being molded into him, as though he wanted to fuse her body with his, to make her utterly his.
"Addie... Addie—I’m cumming, I’m cumming..." Maxwell growled, his voice rough, his eyes blazed golden as his wolf surged forward.
The beast inside him clawed for control, desperate to knot inside Addison, to claim her fully. But Maxwell fought back with every ounce of willpower. They had only just acknowledged each other, hadn’t even marked one another yet, and he couldn’t risk something as irreversible as pregnancy happening.
If he lost control now, Addison might retreat from him just when she had begun to open her heart. He knew he still had a long way to go, and now wasn’t the time for something so drastic.
His body trembled as he forced his wolf back into the confines of his mind, straining against the primal urge even as his release built to a breaking point. Pressed against the wall, Addison could feel every ripple of his strength—his right arm coiled tight around her waist, the hard bulge of his forearm digging against her lower belly where his cock stretched her from within, making her feel him even deeper.
And as though that wasn’t enough, Maxwell’s left hand slid down to her clit, his fingers moving in fast, deliberate circles. The combined assault, his relentless thrusts and the sharp flicks of his fingers, sent Addison reeling.
Her eyes flew wide, her moans rising higher, breaking into desperate cries as waves of ecstasy clawed through her insides with delicious, unbearable force.
Addison’s brain had already dissolved into a muddled haze; her words slurred, her tongue barely obeying her. The sight of her unraveling like this only drove Maxwell deeper into his own frenzy, feeding the fire in his veins until he felt like he might combust.
His teeth clenched, every nerve alive with that familiar, overwhelming tingle that spread from his gums to his toes, up to his scalp, as he rammed into her with feral intensity.
"Baby... let me fill you up—let me leave my mark inside you for days. I want you to remember my shape every time you move... ugh—!" His voice broke into a guttural growl as the surge overtook him.
He slammed deep, burying himself to the hilt as his climax ripped through him. His cock throbbed violently, spilling into her in thick, hot waves. He pressed harder, grinding in as though terrified a single drop might escape, determined to push it deeper, to brand her with the very essence of himself.
Addison could feel the scorching, thick load Maxwell poured inside her. It was so hot, so heavy, it filled not only her body but seemed to seep into her very mind, overwhelming her until another wave of pleasure detonated through her nerves.
Her vision went white, her thoughts blanking out as her body shuddered violently... and for a heartbeat, she slipped into blissful unconsciousness from the sheer force of it.
Maxwell’s ragged gasps and guttural growls rumbled against her ear, each sound vibrating down her spine. His husky voice made her ears tingle, disorienting her so completely she could barely remember where she even was.
Still, he didn’t let her go. As though intent on engraving himself into her, Maxwell kept up slow, lazy thrusts, grinding deeper, refusing to let a single drop escape.
"Fuck... I can’t stop cumming. You feel so good, baby..." he murmured hoarsely against her skin before pressing his lips to the shell of her ear. He nipped and sucked at her earlobe, sending sparks racing down her exhausted body.
The sensation alone was enough to make her feel on the edge of release again—but her trembling limbs were already giving out, her body so spent she feared she’d pass out a second time.
But Maxwell wasn’t wrong. The overwhelming ecstasy they shared now was born from their mate bond, an undeniable proof of their perfect compatibility. This wasn’t any ordinary pleasure they could experience elsewhere; it was something far deeper, more consuming, something only fated mates could experience.
It coursed through them like the most addictive drug, a high they could never replicate with anyone else... and one they would never be able to get enough of.
The bathroom was thick with hot steam, the hiss of the shower blending with the sound of water splashing and their ragged breaths. It was the only symphony echoing in the room.
Addison felt her mind slowly claw its way back from the haze. Moments ago, she had nearly blacked out from the sheer exhaustion, but now a strange energy coursed through her veins, brimming with energy like a wilted flower coming alive after being watered.
She knew it had something to do with the wolf inside her.
Behind her, Maxwell slumped slightly on her shoulder, his body heavy and spent after pouring himself so completely into her.
"Are you okay, Addie?" he asked, his voice rough but laced with concern.