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 fucked," 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.
