Maven and Adrianna were born on opposite sides of a century-old feud-two scions of rival dynasties steeped in pride, power, and revenge. He's fire. She's ice. Their worlds were never meant to merge, yet fate orchestrates their collision with unrelen...
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Wild monkey sex.
That's how we ended up the day and began the next in HongKong.
Rough.
Raw.
Hot--- No, it wasn't just that.
It was Smoking hot. So hot that it made my entire being melt and left me panting for more.
"Oh no, you don't, baby." Maven gripped my hair in his free hand and the delicious burn in my scalp was enough to wake me up from the fog of sleep.
Still kissing me as he thrust his thick long finger into me, he said "If there's anyone who would sleep tonight, it wouldn't be us. Not tonight"
Maven pulled away, took one step back, and then another from the bed. I felt the heated gaze of his eyes on my breasts as he began working on his shirt.
Every flexed of his taut muscles and every little movement he does with his body was turning me on.
More so when his hands grabbed the bottom of it and he pulled it up, giving off that Magic Mike strip tease of my life. His muscles flexed, straining inside the shirt as if it would be ripped off into pieces like that of incredible hulk.
It was hot. It was electrifying, while I watched how he dragged it off his broad shoulders, slowly exposing the package inside.
I found my self licking my lower lip as he unsnap his pants, zipped off his fly and exposing himself out.
My eyes feasted that particular member between his thighs, articulated by his Adonis belt.
He was hung and I was itching to ring my fingers around his girth, to feel his thickness around my mouth as I imagine myself sucking him dry, my mind going blank.
Lips twitching up, He ripped the foil with his teeth and threw it by the floor before he dragged my hips to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide.
He leaned over me, his hardness digging on to my thigh, arms on either side of my ribs as his eyes hungrily took me in.
"Yes", I gasped as I felt him delved through my slick folds. He slowly shoved it in, adjusting his hips, hitting the right places on my flesh.
I knew, right then, I was a goner.
Totally a goner as I found my self moving against him, shamelessly clenching around him, impatient for more contact, more of him.
Like a trigger, his jaw held hard finally hitting home, filling me to the very hilt.
While my jaw went slack, I heard guttural groan escaped from his lips when I felt him starting to move inside of me, slowly dragging him self out, torturing me, only to ram back in, making me delirious.
He began to develop a rhythm, with a long heave, he would pull himself back, only to drove it back in, filling me up for more-- faster, rougher than the next. Again and again on each thrust to the point that my head would hit the headboard of the bed.
