Chapter 50: Such a Hot Morning

Hecate POV

Morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains of the guest room, painting the walls in pale gold. I stirred slowly, wrapped in warmth and the unmistakable scent of Maddox. His lips were already on my skin, pressing lazy kisses along my bare shoulder.

Each touch was feather-light, reverent, and it pulled me gently from sleep. For a moment I kept my eyes closed, savoring the sensation. It felt so familiar, so dangerously right.

He used to wake Samantha like this, with slow kisses and gentle hands, as if she were the most precious thing in his world. The memory made my heart flutter warmly in my chest, a treacherous bloom of affection I could not quite suppress.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice rough and lazy with sleep. His breath tickled my neck as he nuzzled closer, one strong arm banding around my waist to pull me back against his chest.

We were both still naked, skin to skin under the rumpled sheets. His hand roamed lazily over my hip, tracing the curve there before sliding up to cup my breast. He kneaded it softly, thumb brushing across my nipple until it pebbled under his touch.

I turned in his arms, finally opening my eyes to meet his. Maddox looked relaxed in a way I rarely saw, his golden gaze heavy-lidded, hair tousled. He smiled, slow and intimate, and leaned in to capture my lips.

The kiss started soft, a gentle press that quickly deepened as I parted for him. Our tongues met in a warm, unhurried dance. I sighed into his mouth, my body already responding, heat pooling low in my belly.

"You feel so good in the morning," he whispered against my lips, his hand continuing its exploration. Fingers trailed down my stomach, over my thigh, then back up to slip between my legs.

I was already slick from the night before and from the fresh wave of arousal his touches stirred. He groaned softly when he felt it, circling my clit with lazy precision. "And so wet already. Did you dream of me, Hecate?"

"Maybe," I teased, my voice breathy. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He was hard, thick, and pulsing in my grip. I stroked him slowly, base to tip, loving the way his hips jerked forward into my hand.

We kissed again, deeper this time, while our hands worked each other. His fingers dipped inside me, two at once, stretching me gently as his thumb kept rubbing my swollen clit. Pleasure built in slow, rolling waves. I pumped him faster, twisting my wrist at the head the way I knew he liked. Our breaths mingled, growing ragged.

Maddox rolled us so he hovered over me, settling between my thighs. He braced himself on one elbow and took my hand in his, threading our fingers together beside my head. His eyes locked onto mine, intense and unwavering, as he guided the blunt head of his cock to my entrance.

With one smooth thrust he pushed inside, filling me completely. We both moaned at the perfect fit. He stayed there for a moment, buried deep, letting me feel every inch of him.

"I could stay like this forever," he said, voice low and rough. Then he began to move, slow and deep, grinding against me with every stroke. Our eyes never left each other.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. The drag of his thick cock along my inner walls sent sparks of pleasure through me. Every thrust was deliberate, savoring, our joined hands squeezing tighter as the rhythm built.

The morning air was cool against our heated skin, but inside I burned. He leaned down to kiss me again, swallowing my whimpers as he picked up speed. Soon the slow lovemaking turned hotter.

He released my hand and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me wider so he could drive deeper. The new angle made me cry out, nails digging into his back as he fucked me harder, his balls slapping against me with every powerful thrust.

"Yes, Maddox, just like that," I gasped, meeting him eagerly.

He flipped us suddenly, pulling me on top so I straddled him. I braced my hands on his chest and sank down onto his cock, taking every inch until I sat fully seated. The fullness was exquisite.

I rocked my hips, grinding my clit against him with every roll. Maddox gripped my waist, guiding me, his eyes dark with lust as he watched my breasts bounce. He sat up halfway, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while I rode him faster.

The pleasure coiled tighter. I leaned forward, changing the angle so his cock hit that perfect spot inside me with every downward thrust. Sweat slicked our bodies. My moans mixed with his growls. He thrust up to meet me, hands squeezing my ass, spreading me open as he drove into me.

"Not yet," he rasped, flipping me onto my hands and knees. He entered me from behind in one smooth glide, gripping my hips as he pounded into me. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

One of his hands reached around to rub my clit furiously while the other tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back. I pushed back against him, desperate for more, lost in the raw pleasure.

He fucked me like he owned me, deep and relentless, until my arms gave out and I collapsed onto my elbows. The new position made everything more intense.

I came hard around him, walls clenching rhythmically as waves of ecstasy crashed through me. Maddox followed right after, burying himself to the hilt with a deep groan, pulsing hot and thick inside me as he spilled.

We stayed locked together, panting, for several long moments. Then he pulled out gently and turned me onto my back again. His mouth found mine in a slow, sated kiss while his fingers lazily stroked between my legs, spreading our combined release. The tenderness after such fierce lovemaking made my chest ache with conflicting emotions.

Eventually the scent of frying bacon and fresh bread drifted in from the kitchen, making my stomach rumble. Maddox chuckled against my neck.

"Hungry?" he asked, voice still lazy and satisfied.

"Starving," I admitted, smiling despite myself.

We lingered a little longer, exchanging soft kisses and gentle caresses, but the smell of breakfast grew stronger. With a reluctant sigh, Maddox rolled out of bed first.

I watched him stretch, admiring the play of muscles under his skin, the scars I knew so intimately. He dressed in his clothes from the night before, then helped me with my gown, his fingers lingering on my back as he laced it up.

Once we were both presentable, though my lips were still swollen and my skin carried the flush of recent pleasure, we left the guest room hand in hand. The aroma of bacon and coffee grew stronger as we walked down the corridor toward the dining area. I could already hear the faint sounds of Aileen laughing and Emrich's deep voice.

My heart felt strangely light and heavy at the same time as we approached the table where Beta Emrich and his family waited. Whatever came next, this morning had been ours.