KAIA
I stay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath, but Maddox doesn’t move away. I feel him slowly pull out carefully, gentle this time, and I shiver at the loss. His hand runs down my spine, steadying me.
“You did good, Queen,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost proud. “So damn good.”
My face heats, but I can’t bring myself to look at him.
He doesn’t rush as he carries me and walks back to the mirror side before placing me on the sink counter. Then, he wipes me clean with strong, careful hands. He smooths down my tangled hair, fixing it back behind my ears.
It’s so ordinary, so normal that my chest aches.
I've gotten too used to being discarded after s*x that moments like this, where they take care of me after f*****g my brains out always feel surreal. I don't think I'
