Loving a Killer | 18+

1.4 - Hot & Cold

| Norah |

The breath was knocked out of me when I felt my back hit the wall. Maddox had my hands pinned above my head so that I was now prisoner to his savage and untamed hold. I could feel the want emitting from his lips and it only made me kiss back even deeper if that was even possible.

While one hand held my wrists against the wall, the other gripped my neck; fingers wrapped around the nape of my neck and laced into my hair. Maddox pushed himself deeper into my hips, his hard-on directly rubbing against my heat. It was the first time I had so closely encountered him. To imagine being in contact with Maddox's not-so-mini Maddox seemed almost restricted - off-limits so to speak. I moaned against his lips, taking in a sharp breath.

I could feel the way Maddox's body reacted to the lascivious moan that came from me. His whole being shivered, almost like a buzz rang through him. He broke from the kiss and even in the darkness of the room, I could see the outline of his features accentuated by the pale moonlight.

His expression was one of confusion like he was considering the reality of this, mixed in with a look of utter astonishment and almost a hint of anger. His eyes scanned me, checking if I was authentic and not just a figment of his imagination. He released the grip on my wrists, but I kept them to my side, my palms up, showing surrender to him.

The way Maddox's eyes lustfully drank in my features made me want to melt into a puddle at his feet. His gaze was both sensuous and menacing.

When our eyes met, I could see the danger in his. The flashing red sign told me to stop, to fall back; turn away. But all I did was continue to stare into them, holding onto the danger that caused a shiver to run down my spine. Goosebumps rose on my skin, even though I could feel his insatiably hot skin on mine.

I brought my fingers up to touch his skin. Though I had before, it felt so foreign, so risky. Touching him was like reaching out to pet a feral dog that's on its last nerve, hair risen and a growl waiting to come from its snarling teeth. He didn't react at first. His face went expressionless as he watched my eyes as I trailed my fingers over his pecks, his ribs, his abs, rippling over every groove and dip in his skin. My fingers found the hem of his sweatpants. I didn't think twice before I decided to push the limits and let my fingers trail over the soft fabric and down to feel -

Suddenly, his hand wrapped around my throat and was no longer in my hair. I gulped, feeling the soft, controlled grip on my windpipe. I shuddered, my breath coming out of my lips shakily. I flicked my eyes from his strong fingers on my throat up to his face. I dropped my fingers from his body and knew I'd over-stepped.

"If I let you do that, there's no turning back, Princess," Maddox forewarned. I gnawed at my bottom lip and nodded my head slowly. I couldn't bring words out of my mouth. I never knew how such a simple name could affect someone so deeply.

I didn't want to admit how much I loved the way the nickname rolled off his tongue.

"I could take you against this wall right now if you really pushed me over the edge. Turn you around and spread those gorgeous legs of yours - but I'm not going to. Not yet," Maddox depicted exactly what I secretly wanted him to do. I almost let out a frustrated whine when he denied me of my current fantasy. He let go of my throat and I instantly missed his touch on my sensitive neck.

"And why not?" I murmured, leaning in so I could say it against his lips before planting a soft kiss on what I wanted to claim as mine.