Chapter 9.
I was dripping. Dripping so hard from being kissed by Maxwell.
This is wrong… I know… and I should pull away, but not when my entire body needed more than just a kiss. Not when my entire body was already slipping into the abyss of this damnation.
Maxwell’s tongue slid deeper into my mouth, claiming me with every kiss as he led us deeper into the room.
My body arched involuntarily into him as he wrapped his hands possessively around my waist, his mouth moving against mine like he was hungry for me.
God! He was so hungry and the movement of his mouth spoke more than I could let out.
With every kiss, my knees weakned and the air in my lungs stilled, skin prickling as heat rose beneath the layers of my flesh, burning and scorching.
Maxwell’s hand traveled down my ass, grop
