Now that she could finally breathe again, Addison tried to lift her head from the pillow—but just as she did, Maxwell started thrusting again, faster now, yet still deep and deliberate. The intensity made her body jolt forward with every stroke, and her hips trembled, struggling to hold steady beneath the growing storm of pleasure.
"Maxwell..." Addison finally managed to breathe out his name, her voice broken and panting as she tried to urge him to slow down. But the moment Maxwell heard her call out to him like that, it was as if she had ignited a fire deep in his chest.
Instead of slowing, he began thrusting even harder, making Addison's eyes roll back as waves of pleasure threatened to steal the breath from her lungs.
