Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 546

Chapter 546 Dark Desire *Maddox*

She was a tease, testing my limits, tempting me to make her mine. Never before had I felt so powerless, my little mate pushing me to the edge. I struggled to control the burning desire to claim her, a desperation I'd never known in my entire life. My self-control, unyielding with other girls, now wavered in her presence.

When she challenged me, yelling about how I'd feel if another man touched her, my self-control snapped.

I had thought I could be strong, let her go, let her find another mate. But the mere idea of another male's touch on her ignited a wildfire within me. Micah roared in fury, and in that moment, I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed her, slamming her onto the bed.

The very next heartbeat, I was kissing her, my lips claiming hers as if my life depended on it. I pulled her lower lip between my teeth, tugging and biting with an intensity that spoke of possessiveness.

I hungered to consume her entirely. Every kiss left me wanting more, and I couldn't get enough of her. My tongue plunged into her mouth, and with each passing second, sanity deserted me as desire took over.

Her taste was intoxicating, urging me to savor more of her. I sucked on her tongue, pressing my lips firmly against hers. Each moan she released into our kiss fueled my desire to give her more. Our teeth collided in the urgency of the moment, and all that mattered was immersing her completely, melding her body with mine.

My hand still lingered inside her yoga pants, possessively grasping her enticingly wicked core.

"Oh, princess, you have to pay for provoking me," I warned as I reluctantly pulled away to gaze at her face. She didn't respond with words; instead, she threw her hands around my neck and pulled me back into another passionate kiss. I grinned to know she desired me as much as I desired her.

Wrapping my free hand around her, I lifted her off the mattress, tightening my grip on her waist. A rhythm began as she started grinding against my hand. I closed my eyes, groaning in pleasure.

"Hmm, princess, stop moving," I warned, attempting to regain control. But she didn't heed my words. Instead, she continued writhing and moaning my name, kissing me fervently, making me cross all the boundaries.

Her cunt was wet and warm against my hand, tempting me to want to slip a finger into her slickness and pleasure her as no one had ever done.

My fingers moved instinctively, delicately parting her folds. Fuck! She felt unbelievably soft, and the need to taste her consumed my thoughts. A flick of my thumb against her clit elicited a shudder, and she moaned my name, the sweetest melody in my ears. "Ah, Maddox!!!"

I craved more; I yearned to hear her scream my

resist, I lunged forward, burying my head between her legs. With a primal hunger, I clenched the filthy fabric of her panties between my teeth, tugging and tearing them

lifted myself, crawling to a stop near her face. Our eyes locked as I held her gaze, and I asked, "Tell me, princess, who made you this wet?" Her

voice barely audible. I hovered near her mouth, merely an inch away

lips. Her whole body trembled as the force of the orgasm hit her. It was like magic, her pleasure building just from my touch. Looking at her face, I couldn't help but silently curse, witnessing the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in

adorned in a red lace bra. Fuck! Why did

the last piece of fabric, revealing her perfect, perky breasts. My hands twitched with the urge to touch them, and my mouth went dry at

from her collarbone to her neck, nipping, and biting, leaving my mark on her skin. My hands found her ample breasts, and I eagerly kneaded them, savoring

Micah was eager

I fused my mouth on her left breast. I sucked her soft bud into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue before biting it slightly, coaxing pleasurable screams from her.

diligently, sucking

firm like a pebble. Shifting

grazed on her soft bud as I bit lightly, eliciting her cries. Simultaneously, my hand busily played with her other nipple, pinching and twisting it. The room echoed with

bursts, moaning my name while writhing beneath me. Her pleas for more were like a

a sense of pride within me, fueling my desire to

heaven. I buried my head between her legs. A long, deliberate sweep of my tongue traced the length of her pink mound, and in that taste, I found myself utterly

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

her wetness with my tongue. As I flattened my

hear her. Yet, a sense of satisfaction washed over me at the thought that everyone would know who was responsible for making their princess scream

relished in granting

It was as if he had been born into this world

ler sw o not

my body

pussy, to release his seed inside her, impregnate her and make her the bearer of