Chapter 33. He’s Pissed

Maddox releases me but goes back to licking me, more frantically now, like an animal lapping up milk. A sensation like I’ve never felt before fills my body, centralizing around my lower abdomen, and I feel like I am on the precipice of a large mountain, about to tumble over the edge.

I am waiting… the sensation lingering… the pressure building… my muscles tightening… my lungs burning.

And then… I fall over the edge, and I feel the pull of gravity sucking me down as my entire body contracts, pulling me up so that I am almost sitting. I can’t breathe—I can’t scream. My mouth is frozen open, my eyes clenched shut, my hand grasping Maddox’s hair as I attempt to signal to him that my body cannot take much more.

It feels so good, it’s frightening, and I can’t imagine what might happen next if he doesn’t release me and let me breathe.

I quake a few times before I’m finally able to suck in a breath. “Goddess!” I shout. “Maddox—please! Please!”

He lifts his head