Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Looking utterly handsome and breathtaking under the moonlight.
He balanced himself on the roof and gripped the edge of the window, staring at me with a look I have never seen before.
Maddox was here. Outside my window. Demanding for me to open up and let him in… hours after kicking me out of his house. Oh, the irony. Why were we such a mess together?
Wordlessly, I cracked the window open, and sidestepped, to let him in. Maddox stumbled inside and then straightened to his full height.
I forgot how small he made my room feel, whenever he was in here.
His presence was imposing, like a storm crashing through. Maddox towered over me, and I looked down at my bare arms. My skin was full of goosebumps.
His gaze slid over me, taking everything in. I was wearing a tank top and my sleeping shorts. This was the most skin he was seeing, since our breakup.
“What are you doing here?” I finally asked.
He cocked his head to the side. “I’m asking myself the same question.”
When a cold air gushed through, I closed the window and leaned against the sill. He inspected my room, his attention falling on a photo of us on my nightstand. Our graduation picture. The day he gave me our dreamcatcher. We were both silent for a very long time, the tension in the room growing thicker.
I wasn’t cold anymore. My skin flushed under his rapt attention, and I couldn’t look away from his face. Thick eyebrows. Blue eyes. A strong nose. Full lips. Squared jaw and what appeared to be three-days’ worth of stubble. His handsome, rugged face.
Our eyes met again.
My heart thudded.
And then I felt it… the butterflies in my stomach. The butterflies I thought I had lost before. They were never gone. Just silent. Waiting for me to finally snap out of it. Waiting for him…
He slid closer, taking one step toward me. I gripped the windowsill, so I wouldn’t do something stupid, like reach out to him, begging him to kiss me.
He leaned forward, his chest brushing lightly against mine. My nipples pebbled through my tank top, and my breasts felt tighter and heavier.
“Lila.”
I shuddered, as my name rolled off his tongue, like he was tasting molasses. He didn’t speak out my name with a taunt. No, it was a plea. My name on his tongue was a whisper, a sacred prayer.
His hands came up, and I waited, with bated breath, before he cupped my face in his much bigger palms. His thumb brushed across my jaw.
“Tell me a lie,” Maddox rasped, caging me in with his eyes. There was nowhere to run.
“I hate you.”
His eyes darkened with pain, before his lips slammed into mine, stealing my words and my breath away.
My arms curled around his head. Our lips clashed together, fighting, breaking apart and meeting again, like a wild, angry wave across the shore. The kiss deepened, turning desperate. Furious. There was nothing sweet about this kiss, but it was maddening.
The heat between us scorched our skin, as I clung to him, kissing him back, with just as much frustration and frenzy.
The kiss lasted long, until we lost our breath. The world spun and swayed under my feet, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want my lips to separate from his. I didn’t want this to end.
This kiss.
His mad, mad kiss.
This touch.
His mad, mad touch.
These lips.
His mad, mad lips.
I knew Maddox Coulter was my destination, and this reaffirmed it. This feeling in my chest that no longer felt hollow.
Our pent-up anger, weeks of frustration, and months of misunderstandings bled through this kiss. “I’m so angry with you,” he growled, into my lips.
My fingers curled into his hair, and I tugged it, hard, bringing out a hiss from him. “Good. Be angry.”
That was all the affirmation he needed.
He shoved his tongue into my mouth, tasting every inch of me, forcing me to submit to his assault. Maddox attacked my mouth, and this kiss was purely animalistic.
Hurt me.
Heal me.
Hurt me.
Save me.
Maddox wrapped an arm around my waist, and he dragged us back. We tumbled onto my bed, and he crawled over my body. Without breaking the kiss, he ripped off my tank top. I bit his lip, tasting his blood, and a snarl tore from his mouth, pouring down my throat.
He cupped my breast, squeezing and making me gasp into his bleeding lips. His fingers twisted and tugged my nipples, hurting me with his torturous touch. The pleasure came with the pain. I cried out; I kissed him harder.
Clothes disappeared, naked skin met each other, our bodies clashed together. We were fighting; we were kissing. This was utter madness, and everything I had craved. Maddox finally forced his mouth away from mine, and we both gasped, breathless.
He shocked me by straddling my chest. Lust masked his face, while his eyes matched the storm raging between us. His cock sprung forward, thick and long. He gripped his hard length and rubbed the tip across my lips. Pre-cum covered the engorged head, and I licked my lips, tasting his slick essence.