Olivia Sparks

Above a hill known as The Highlands, two windows outlined with a glow, a sign that the lights were on inside a room, but the heavy curtains blocked anyone's view who dared steal a peep.

Earlier, Maxen drew the curtains shut for a much-needed privacy before his wife devoured him whole.

Inside the walls of Maxen and Olivia's bedroom, d.e.s.i.r.e sizzled and crackled the atmosphere. 

Maxen walked back to their four-poster bed and sat with his back leaning on the headrest. A smirk tugged a corner of his lips up when Olivia purred between his toned t.h.i.g.hs. She was skimming each t.h.i.g.h with a hand, briefly stopping when her hands brushed his balls.

Even in his n.a.k.e.dness, Maxen wore power like a cologne, but nothing compared to Olivia's touch on his skin. 

It was a drug. His drug. It was addictive and dangerous, and it offered a high like nothing else he ever had, and it stripped him off with the title attached to his name. 

Maxen rolled his tongue over his teeth as he watched Olivia p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e him, pulling him to the edge with a promise of release. 

A release from the stress of their security nightmare. A release from all his pent up l.u.s.t from all the deprivation of m.a.k.i.n.g. .l.o.v.e with her.

"Like what I'm doing to you, Max?" she asked, fanning her eyelashes in a slow and enchanting manner.

Not one to back down, Maxen's voice was velvety smooth and dark, it sent a shiver on Olivia's spine. "You'll know when I fill that mouth with my c.u.m… or do you want me to c.u.m on your face, Olivia?"

"Anything you wish, Your Highness."

Olivia's breath hitched. Not with his threat, which she had no qualms about, but the way her name rolled out of his tongue.

Oh-li-via.

Suddenly, a smirk painted her face. She won't tell him what she had in mind. She bit her plump bottom lip and went back to work, kneeling between his legs splayed like a 'V'. 

Her hazel pools never left his turbulent blue ones as she pumped his length with the same intensity as he would if he's inside her.

Veins adorned his neck, and it pulsed wildly against his skin. His nostrils flared as he fought hard to give into Olivia's ministrations. 

She knew he was on the brink of losing control when he planted his hand on her head and tried to push her face down so her mouth would meet his aching c.o.c.k.

To Maxen's surprise, Olivia swatted his hand and smirked. She hastily peeled her silk nightgown off of her, and her b.r.e.a.s.t giggled as it freed from the confines of the garment.

Her pebbled n.i.p.p.l.es behind the white lace bra were now in Maxen's full view. It stole his attention from her eyes.

His gaze roved from her hazel pools and traced down to her supple lips, landing last to her perky b.r.e.a.s.t that he wanted to l.a.p with his tongue until she writhes in o.r.g.a.s.m just like how he did the last time.

However, when he was about to lunge forward, Olivia palmed his c.h.e.s.t and stopped him in his tracks, her hand slipping to the ripples of his muscles that had a sheen layer of perspiration on it.

"I want you to c.u.m on me, Your Highness," Olivia whispered, biting the shell of his ear.

It obliterated any common sense in Maxen and he sat there stunned as Olivia laid down on the bed, parting her legs by the knees like the Red Sea. 

Maxen grunted his approval upon seeing the matching lace panty covering her mound.

He slipped the thin covering to the side, and a grin painted his face upon seeing her moistened slit glistened under the glow of the crystal chandelier.

"Well f.u.c.k me," Maxen uttered his breath, blood roared in his ears and it burned red as he ran a finger in between her slick folds. 

The more his finger got coated with Olivia's dampness, the more his greed to taste her coursed in his veins.

"Don't ri—rip it," Olivia's speech paused and died down when a ripping sound echoed in the room. 

She scrunched her nose and shook her head when Maxen dangled her knickers in the air.

"Spoils of war before it even begins," Maxen mocked. His smile was arrogant, but it was hot and dominating at the same time—it sent a kaleidoscope of butterflies in Olivia's stomach.

Maxen brought it to his nose, and his eyes closed as he sniffed the smell of s.e.x that reeked from the lacey material. 

All the while he basked in the sweet and inviting smell of Olivia's lace panty, his left hand pumped his shaft that turned rock hard by the second.

When he opened his eyes, blue flame danced in his orbs, and navy blue ringed his irises, giving his eyes a depth so deep, Olivia felt herself getting s.u.c.k.e.d into it, drowning inside it.

A corner of her mouth tugged upward as power sn.a.k.e.d through Olivia's veins at the sight of Maxen getting hypnotized by her scent. 

It didn't matter if he chained her body on the bed and Maxen was hovering over her.

Soon her giggles filled the room when Maxen dragged her closer to him, sliding her b.a.r.e back down on the silken sheets with ease.

Their eyes met for a brief second, and their c.h.e.s.ts danced in a slow and burning rhythm.

"Tic toc tic toc," Olivia challenged, reminding Maxen to hasten up. 

A growl rumbled off his c.h.e.s.t as he dipped and kissed Olivia in a starved and frenzied manner, prying her mouth open with his.

Olivia couldn't control her breathing as Maxen stole all the air in her lungs away. 

Her hands lifted off the bed and wrapped around his neck. Her fingers combing the back of his head as Maxen deepened their kiss.

The heat from their skin was searing, and Olivia felt a wanton need pool in her belly and between her legs.