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 cock 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...