Maddox leaned down, one hand braced against the back of the couch, the other pressing against your thigh—firm, possessive, leaving no room for escape. His scent—smoke laced with cinnamon—rich and heady, overwhelming your senses.

Maddox

Maddox

Maddox leaned down, one hand braced against the back of the couch, the other pressing against your thigh—firm, possessive, leaving no room for escape. His scent—smoke laced with cinnamon—rich and heady, overwhelming your senses.

Maddox was never soft in bed. His desire was a force—aggressive, relentless, unapologetically dominant. He knew exactly how to bring you to the brink, mixing pain with pleasure until you were dizzy with both. His tongue traced the curve of your ear before biting down lightly. I haven’t marked you.but you already smell like mine.