I needed her. I needed her in a way that words could not do justice for. If I didn’t take her right then and there I would have lost my mind. The pain was so real and still so raw. We were nothing but open wounds trying to navigate while trying to pretend we were scars. But together, we could find a way to heal each other. Or at least just keep colliding in pain.

But I didn’t want pain.

I wanted pleasure.

The breakfast in the kitchen and on the table was nothing compared to the breakfast I wanted to have.

I took Hazel to the bedroom and went right to work. I had to strip every piece of clothing off her from the night before, which I gladly did. I did it with force and speed. When he shirt went over her head, I bent my knees to kiss her. A kiss to let her know that I was going to be aggressive, but I fucking loved her. I grabbed her pants, and she let out a cry. As I stripped them down, I pushed her back to the bed. I had to rip her shoes off to get her pants off. My hands ran up her legs, feeling her smooth skin, stopping at the edges of her panties.

Hazel lifted herself off the bed, and I shook my head.

I set her ass back down on it.

I had other intentions.

I came forward and kissed at her inner thigh. I made a line of fresh kisses all the way to her sweet center. Through the thin cloth of her panties, I could smell her sweet honey, ripe for me.

My hands came together at the top right of her panties, and I took a tight hold. I nuzzled my nose against the warm center of her panties and felt her thrust herself at me. That’s when I ripped her panties, tearing them like they were a piece of fucking paper.

Hazel grabbed my hair as she cried out.

“Maddox!”

Before she could say anything else, I yanked the ripped panties down, exposing her slit to me, and I went for her. My tongue was not going to be calm, gentle, loving. No. My tongue was fierce, thirsty, demanding of her pleasure. I licked down and up, curling against her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her hips buck at me.

Her hand spread wide and clawed against my head.

She needed me as much as I needed her.

She let out a wild groaning sound and kept her ass off the bed. She rocked her hips up and down, matching what I was doing with my tongue. I felt a strong pulse of anger and grief surge through me. Thinking about everything that had happened between me and Hazel. Going back years to a time when we didn’t know each other, yet we were connected. What life could have been like if I had just met her then.

My hands slid to her ass, and I squeezed tight.

Hazel cried out my name—Maddox!—and then she grabbed my hands.

I pulled away from between her thighs and looked at her for a second.

“Sorry, sugar,” I whispered. “This is what you do to me.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but I never gave her a chance. I wasn’t in the mood to flirt or play any games of seduction. I craved her body, and I took what I wanted. The tip of my tongue connected with her clit, and Hazel’s hands moved from my hands to the bed. She arched her back and drove her ass hard into the mattress. My hands eased from her ass around to the front of her body. My left hand slid up while my right hand rested against her lower belly.

That’s where I stayed. Kissing, suckling, devouring her sweetness as she gave it all to me. In return, I gave her pleasure that soon brought her to climax. Her body slowly began to arch up, up, up, as I guided her to the edge. I groaned, growled, tasted her harder and faster, needing her to come. As I turned my head slightly, my tongue moved right to left against her body. That was all I needed to do.

Hazel crashed to the bed and pulled back a little. My hands grabbed her hips, and I drove my mouth forward at her again. She let out a loud cry, threw her left leg over my shoulder, and clawed at my hair. There was no escaping my love. My desire. The wildness that I brought to her life. And I would never apologize for that, but at the same time, I would never forgive myself for it either.

My aggressive tongue began to ease up after a minute. I let myself slow down to soft and gentle kisses, wet kisses, then inched up her body, nuzzling into her belly button.

Then I pulled away.

That’s when Hazel grabbed for my shirt. She gritted her teeth, eyes wide, still trying to catch her breath.

“Try me, sugar,” I whispered to her. “Right now.”

I slid my hands to her back and pulled, bringing her up from the bed.

I stood her before me, but she didn’t stand long.

Hazel put her nails to my face and scratched my cheek with force. Then her hands touched between my legs, opening my jeans.

She quickly dropped herself down before me as though she was begging me.

But that wasn’t the case.

She may have been on her knees, but it was me…

I would forever beg for her love with my shattered heart.

* * *

The second she touched my hard skin, I sucked in a breath and felt life shoot through my body. That’s what Hazel was. She was life. She was beauty. Her green eyes were a constant reminder of that. And those green eyes looked up at me as her hand scaled from my thick root to my tip. She squeezed and moved her hand back down. Her other hand dug into my leg.

She pressed her lips to the bottom of my shaft, then her eyes moved forward, focusing on my cock instead of my eyes. Her tongue came forward, and she drew a straight line all the way up me. Swirling around the tip of my cock, I bent my knees a little and sighed. Hitting that sensitive spot was dangerous, forcing me to collect myself a little. Hazel kept me on edge twenty-four-seven, and just the feel of warm breath on my dick was enough to make me want to release.

Her mouth moved over me, and her lips closed tight, sliding down my hard skin as far as she could go.

I groaned. “Fuck, sugar. Hazel. Yes…”

She groaned, sending warm vibrations to all the right spots and beyond.

Slowly, she inched back and pulled away. Her hand gripped my root tight. For a split-second she looked up at me, then went right back at me. This time with speed. This time with purpose. Her mouth enveloped my cock, sliding up and down, sucking, her hand squeezing, working in unison to try and bring this big man to his knees. And she came fucking close to it. My knees were bent far enough that it looked like I was starting to do a squat.

Hazel groaned as she tasted me, her lips sliding against my thickness as her tongue wrestled its way against the bottom of my shaft, moving in random directions, constantly leaving me with the sensation that I was about to come.

When she came up for air and pulled away from me, her hand took over, sliding with ease. But that was only for a few seconds. Then her hand went back to its position, and her tongue playfully flicked against my tip, over and over, almost enough to piss me off, but then she would put her mouth right back on me.

Everything about her was perfect. Head to toe. On her knees. On her back. But well beyond all the stuff that brought me pleasure. Heart to soul to body to mind. This connection ran so twisted and so fucking deep it was hard to wrap my mind around it.

Hazel had both her hands to my legs. It was just her mouth and her groans that were doing all the work now.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

I felt everything starting to build up.

Then she did something. She looked up at me. Her mouth was busy pleasuring me, but those green eyes were looking up.

The moment our eyes locked, I needed her. Not on her knees before me, but I needed her.

My hands shot to her shoulders and guided her away from my cock.

I then stepped back and dropped down to my knees, next to the big and comfortable bed. She fell back on her knees, leaning against the bed. Her lips were pouty and her mouth was guilty.

Fuck, she was everything. It was almost overwhelming.

We didn’t speak a word but we acted together as though it was all planned out.

She turned and dropped back, throwing her hands around my neck. I moved at her with force, her legs opening, my cock positioning itself right between her soft legs. By the time I felt the swell of her slit against the tip of my thickness, she was on her back, and I was ready to have her.

I thrust and sank into her.

Hazel cried out and bit at my neck like she was desperate to taste me.

I held her tight and fucked her hard.

My lips rested against her ear as our bodies came together over and over, right there on the floor next to the bed.

“Sugar,” I growled. And in between heavy thrusts, I spoke the truest words I had ever spoken to another person in my life.

“I…fucking…love…you…and I…will…forever…take…care…of you…”