Chapter Twenty-Three
Harlow
Still trembling from my last c****x with pleasure spinning through me, I was boneless, simply melted, from Max’s attentions. Then, he sheathed himself inside me, every long, thick inch of him filling me to the hilt.
I barely caught my breath before he began to draw back and sink inside again. The weight of him above me felt so good—hard, strong, and encompassing. With his elbows caging my shoulders, he brushed my tangled, damp hair away from my face.
“Harlow, look at me,” he murmured, his sensual command one I couldn’t deny.
Dragging my eyes open, I collided with his gaze. In the flickering light from the fire, his blue eyes were dark, the look contained there so intense, it took my breath away. He stroked into me again as I curled my legs around his hips.
