Olivia Sparks

In one brutal push, air knocked out of Olivia's lungs as Maxen spilled his seed inside her. His toes tipped, pinning Olivia on the shelves that would surely leave a mark on her back.

"Owned and deliciously f.u.c.k.e.d," Maxen uttered. His lips dusted hers as he spoke. Greedy for more of her taste, he pressed his lips onto hers and growled as their tongues danced and their teeth smashed in a messy, needy kiss. 

Smiling through their kiss, Olivia let him do as he pleased, not denying herself of his reverence and authority towards her.

"Tell me you'll wait for me, Olivia," he pleaded, his voice almost cracked, but he hid it as he swallowed air in his dry throat.

Nodding her head, she promised, "I'm not going anywhere, Max. I'll be here, waiting for you in your library once you're back." Olivia held back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She didn't know why she said that, all she knew was those words came from her heart.

Maxen released a sigh of relief and braced Olivia on his h.i.p.s upon hearing her words. Those words were enough to pacify him and calm his mind from overthinking.  

He pushed his shoes off, one foot at a time and kicked his pants that pooled on the floor together with Olivia's knickers and carried her to the mahogany table butt-n.a.k.e.d, his c.o.c.k still buried deep inside her. Upon reaching the table, he placed her on the desk and grabbed the pocket square from his jacket. Pulling out, he wiped the mixture of their juices that spilled from Olivia's hole.

"You never asked me..." he trailed off, planting a hand on the rim of the table while the other diligently wiped her clean.

"Ask what?"

"To use protection."

"Oh, that." Olivia jerked and her knees buckled when Maxen touched a s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spot, which he took a note of. "One, I'm allergic to rubber, and two, I don't do casual s.e.x. Plus, I knew you'd be clean. Royals might be carnivores, but they always practice safe s.e.x,"

Noticing him pause, she cleared her throat and quipped, "A princess once told me, Max. I never mess with people like... You know what?" She folded her arms over her c.h.e.s.t and concluded, "I should be the one asking you why you didn't use a protection."

"Hmmm," he trailed off as he closed her book, and tapped her t.h.i.g.h to let her know he's done. He stood up and grabbed the strewn clothes on the floor. He waved her knickers in the air as if he had won a battle to which Olivia reached out and grabbed with much force, it made a short ripping sound.

Putting on his pants, he said, "It's weird because I had the same topic this afternoon with my parents."

"Are you serious? That's awkward," she gasped and covered her face with her hands, embarrassed that their bedroom matters reached his parents' ears. Soon enough, Olivia's shoulders shook, laughing at the oddity of the situation, Maxen, infected with her laughter, chuckled along with her too.

"It's not weird, it's embarrassing. But it's good that they know I am serious about you. About us."

Olivia sat straight, her feet swung like a pendulum from the table, her toes lightly touched the carpeted floor as it went back and forth.

With a smile on her face, she glanced at Maxen, his words slowly registered to her which bugged her. Slowly her face morphed. Her smile was gone and replaced with a thin line.

Maxen buckled his belt and moved closer to Olivia. He wrapped his arms on her lithe frame, inhaling and savoring her apple scented hair. He wanted to savor every inch of her that night as the thought of being away gutted him.

"Do you feel it too? This thing between us?" he asked when he saw the rapid shift in her mood.

Olivia bobbed her head. Returning his hug, she admitted, "I do. And it's beautiful."

"Then we will keep it that way, baby. Stop overthinking. I told you, I will not mess this up—to mess us up."

"But it scares me, Max."

Maxen's heart dropped at her admission. He tried his best to keep his emotions intact as he arched his back to get a good look of her face. "Why are you scared? What made you feel that way?" he probed, scanning her eyes for the answers.

"Everything's bullet-fast between us, Max. I tried to keep my head above water, but I can't. I feel as if I've invested so much of myself into this thing between us which I'm not aware of, and it scares me. It scares me that I won't have a way out and I would go crazy if everything falls apart. It scares me that what we have now would fade as quickly as it burned." 

Olivia pursed her lips. Her mind was screaming at her for voicing out her concern but she muted it out because the truth was she actually felt better, as if she released a huge weight off her shoulder.

"I shouldn't be glad you're feeling that way, but I actually am," Maxen smiled that reached his eyes. Pinching her chin, he lifted it up, his eyes bore into hers as he verbalized his emotions.

"I told you before and I will tell you again. I knew it the moment that I saw you, that you're the one my soul seeks and I will do everything to make this work. To make us work. Are you in with me, baby?"

Olivia swatted his arm and huffed, rolling her shoulder, "Okay. You talk too much." 

Satisfied with her reply, Maxen cupped her elbow and helped her stand and find her balance from her wobbly legs.

"Let's go before I eat you for dinner," he whispered in Olivia's ears just before he opened the study's door for her.

"I think you just did." Olivia winked and walked ahead with Maxen a step behind her. 

Even with his head bowed, Jack saw it and had to take note to remind himself to correct it because nobody walks ahead of the royal family.

…..

The night was about to end, and midnight was fast approaching. He didn't want to let her go, but he should.

"Let's go. It's getting late." In one swoop, he carried Olivia in his arms, bridal style.

She didn't fight back and let him carry her. After all, her legs were sore from being spread-eagle that evening.

"Thank you for the dinner," she said, squeezing his chin.

"Thanks for being my dinner," he replied, bumping his forehead to hers.

The two laughed as they reached the driveway where an abyss black Maclaren awaited for them.

Ushering Olivia, Maxen's big hand squeezed her waist as they made their way to the car, but the closer they got, the heavier Olivia's breathing was as she hesitated for a second. 

She remembered how he drove recklessly two nights ago and she didn't want to ride in another supercar with him.

He placed her down and frisked his pant's pocket, smiling when he found what he was looking for.

"Catch!"

To Olivia's surprise, Maxen threw the key to her, which she awkwardly caught with two hands and buckled knees.

Standing by the driver's seat door, Olivia turned about face and folded her arms under her perky b.r.e.a.s.ts and rolled her shoulders as she confessed, "Max, I don't know how to drive a car."

Maxen rubbed the skin above his eyebrows and squinted. He knew she was traumatized by what he did, that's why he gave her the keys this time only to find out she didn't know how to drive.

In a flash of genius, Maxen bobbed his head and said. "Ok. I can teach you."

He slipped inside the car and smirked at the brewing Olivia. He gestured for her to sit on his l.a.p, which she obliged.

"You take charge of the steering wheel, while the gas and stick shift is on me." 

Maxen's hot breath tickled her ears as he took labored breaths to contain the mixture of l.u.s.t and excitement that fueled him. This was the first time that he would do such a stunt.

His right hand wrapped the shift stick while the other coiled her waist.

Revving the engines up, Olivia could feel the vibration from the seat to her core. Her heart thrummed in her c.h.e.s.t as adrenaline rushed in heaps and waves in her veins. 

Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as she looked over Maxen, a corner of her cherry lips tugged up in a mischievous smirk, mirroring his.

She was never a daredevil. She always took calculated steps so as not to miss one that might cause her downfall yet here she was, succ.u.mbing to the blue flame in Maxen's eyes; luring and tempting her to push herself out of her comfort zone.

The car doors closed. The smell of adrenaline wafted inside the car. Leaning her back on Maxen's broad c.h.e.s.t, Olivia took a deep breath, exhaling through her pursed lips.

"Drive it like you've stolen it, Max." 

Biting the shell of her ear, the abyss black Maclaren roared and zipped down the hill and left a trail of dust and flying leaves along with Olivia's lingering laughter.