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, desire 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 thighs. She was skimming each thigh with a hand, briefly stopping when her hands brushed his balls.
Even in his nakedness, 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.
