Chapter 31
Their hands intertwined. Max's radiated latent power, knuckles white from restraint. Maya possessed an exquisite beauty, her fingertips moving with a hint of temptation. Under his intense gaze, she pulled her hand free. With both palms, she pushed him down onto the bed. Max had only wanted to see her take the initiative. But Maya proved overly proactive, pinning him down—a deviation from his imagined scenario. Their eyes met. Maya looked like a queen surveying her subject, arms braced on his chest, back ramrod straight. Her eyes held no haze, only a vortex that threatened to pull him under. *"Continue."* Max didn't resist. Eyes half-lidded, he didn't rise. He lifted his hand, fingers threading through her hair. The sensation was silky smooth. As she finished unbuttoning his shirt,
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