KyleMaddox’s promise lingered in the air, thick and fragile, just like the way he held me. The first roll of his hips was slow, careful, like he was afraid I’d break beneath him. My body tensed and then melted, my breath catching in short, sharp gasps. Every inch he pushed in burned and soothed at the same time, and I clutched at the cushion, arching helplessly.Maddox groaned low, the sound vibrating against my skin as he pressed kisses along my jaw, my throat, down to the place where my scarf used to hide the mark he left. He nipped there, possessive, before pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, almost wild, though his body still moved slow—agonizingly slow.I whimpered and lifted my hips, urging him, teasing him, and his jaw tightened. “Kyle…” he warned, his voice almost breaking.“Faster,” I whispered, breathless, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Don’t hold back.”Something snapped in his gaze. His control, that Alpha restraint, cracked right in front of me
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