Emilia's POV
His lips never left mine.
Even as his body shifted, even as I felt the heavy weight of him pressing lower, even as the blunt head of his c**k nudged insistently at my entrance, Maximus kept me captive beneath his mouth. He swallowed every shaky breath, every desperate whimper, every moan I tried to release.
It was maddening—because the moment I would’ve cried out, the moment my voice would’ve broken from the sheer rush of pleasure, he devoured it. My sounds belonged to him.
My nails dug into his shoulders, desperate, as I felt the thick crown of him push against me. Just the pressure alone had my breath stuttering, my body instinctively tensing. He was too big, impossibly thick, and yet I wanted—no, I needed—every inch of him.
The veins along his c**k pulsed against me,
