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!!!"

craved more; I yearned to hear her scream my

forward, burying my head between her

I 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 face flushed, and I observed her

voice barely audible. I hovered near

finger to her clit, and a loud moan escaped her 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

head. There she lay before me, adorned in a red lace bra. Fuck! Why did she have to be so irresistibly sexy? And when did she

perky breasts. My hands twitched with the urge to touch them,

loudly, I buried my head between the valley of her round, full breasts. My tongue traced a path from her collarbone to her neck, nipping, and biting,

overwhelming. Micah was eager to claim her as his own. How much longer could

mouth on her left breast. I sucked her soft bud into my mouth, teasing it

diligently,

it firm like a

her to shiver and breathe heavily My teeth 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.

rapid bursts, moaning my name while writhing beneath me. Her pleas for more

pride within me, fueling my desire to explore further. I yearned to taste the sweetness

me into the depth of 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.

As I flattened my tongue on

a sense of satisfaction washed over me at the thought that everyone would know who was responsible

too, relished

pleasure, as if he were her devoted servant. It was as if he had been born into this

ler sw o not

of my

his seed inside her, impregnate her and