Grace Goodwin - The Virgins - Complete Boxed Set

I cried out as he filled me completely, my inner walls milking him as I came. I’d been so ready, so eager that his cock deep inside was all I needed to tip me over the edge.

Maddox whispered to me, dark and carnal words as the pleasure consumed me.

“Such a good girl. So eager for my cock. You need it, don’t you? Filling you? My seed marking you as mine. Yes, ride my cock. Like that. I love seeing your breasts bounce, your little nipples tighten.”

Catching my breath, I put my forehead against his sweaty chest, breathed him in. His familiar scent soothed me. I’d thought that the boarding house was my home, but I’d been wrong. Home wasn’t a place, or even a planet. It was a person. For me, it was Maddox. Wherever he was, I wanted to be. I didn’t care if it was on Earth or Everis or even the moon. When I was with him, when he was deep inside me, I was exactly where I wanted to be.

“We’re not done, Cassie.” With an ease that showed his strength and power, he rolled me onto my back as he loomed over me. He hoisted me up, once, twice so my head rested on the pillow. I was too replete to fight him, and knowing that he had yet to come, that he would fuck me more, had me a docile participant.

Taking my hands, he lifted them above my head.

“I have you just where I want you.”

Maddox

I never imagined I’d find my marked mate. Never thought I’d be lucky enough to do so. But my mark flared to life when I least expected it, on a planet I barely knew existed. And my life changed from one second to the next. The frantic need for her, the need to claim her and protect her and possess her drove my every action. I’d put Neron aside to find her. I’d made her mine, claiming her with our marks touching and my cock spilling my seed deep into her.

But I’d never expected to feel so possessive and so fucking protective. I’d thought she would be safe on the ship, but she was not a woman to sit by idly. When Neron had fallen dead and I saw her approach, I’d been equal parts relieved and petrified. She’d risked herself and I couldn’t stand the fear that caused me. It was like a knife digging into me, jagged and sharp. I would protect her, I would keep her safe. But it seemed the only time I knew she was out of harm’s way and free of danger was when she was beneath me. When I held her in my arms and fucked her, I drove hard and deep so I could hear her pleasure, so she’d never think of another. But that didn’t seem to be enough for me. I needed to know she could not escape, I needed to know she was here, and safe, and could not leave me.

The idea of tying her to the bed, restraining her wrists so she couldn’t go anywhere soothed something deep inside. When I lost my head with the need to come, when my cock did the thinking for me, I knew she wasn’t going to disappear on me.

And so I restrained her, reached above her head and fastened her to the bed with the restraints normally reserved for bringing in criminals. They tightened automatically around her wrists, holding her firmly but not causing pain.

She gasped as the device closed around her and tugged at the bond, testing it. She tugged once, twice as I watched, my cock still buried balls deep in her pussy.

“You’re at my mercy, mate.”

She closed her eyes on a moan as her core clamped down like a fist around my hard cock.

I was enjoying this use for the restraints and could not see them about the wrists of a criminal in the same way again.

“You like that, don’t you?” I used the newfound freedom of my hands to explore her body as I shifted my hips, plunging deep, pulled free. Fucking her with different angles of my cock until I found the one that made her eyes go wide with shock and her body shudder.

She liked it rough, my wild little mate, and it was my great pleasure to give her what she needed. I’d punished her—albeit in a way that made her on the brink of coming—in a way that was no punishment at all. Then I rode her hard. My breath came in hard pants, sweat slid down my temple.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.” She tossed her hair from side to side, her tongue licking her lips as she tried to lock her legs around my hips and force me to her.

My claiming was as savage as her need. We’d faced death today, and now, I knew exactly what she wanted, not to think or remember or wonder if she’d done the right thing today, but to feel.

Later, she would be soft and pliant. Now, I gave her what she needed, what I needed, to soothe not only my body, but those fucking inner demons that feared she’d be ripped from me forever. She was beneath me, tied to the bed and at my mercy.

“Maddox!” she cried, tugging at the restraints when I did not allow her to come, but watched her beautiful flushed face as she begged. I’d never seen anything so lovely. Her bonds wouldn’t give, not until I released her.

I grinned at her and began kissing my way down her body, stopping to lick and lave one nipple, then the other, until they were red and shiny and hard.

Moving lower, my cock slipped free, then I nudged her thighs open with my shoulders and settled between. Her pussy was perfect. Pale blond curls, so soft against my fingertips framed her pink pussy. Her folds were swollen and slick and my cock pulsed against the bed, angry at the loss of being settled deep inside her, then pulled free. But I wanted her at my mercy. I wanted to hear her beg, hear her scream, as I tasted her. I wanted her to writhe and shift her hips, press herself against me. I wanted to hold her pussy lips wide and watch her inner walls pulse and spasm as she found release.

I worked her with my mouth, sucking and rubbing her with my tongue, fucking her with my fingers until she was on the edge. It was then that I pulled away and used my thumbs to spread the pink folds of her pussy wide. I pulled a bit, stretching her open and flicked her clit over and over until she screamed for release.

The sight of her dark pink core rippling with pleasure was like lava in my blood, heating me to the point of explosion. I could wait no longer and came up over her. Her eyes slowly opened to look up at me. So perfect. And when I came over her and pushed into her again, stretching her open, her pussy wet and hot and so eager for me, I knew that this was where I wanted to be. On her. In her. Over her.

She was mine.

I started to move then, to let my cock rule me. I wasn’t gentle, but Cassie didn’t want that. She was as wild as I. Perhaps she liked being pinned to the bed as much as I loved seeing her that way. She could relinquish all control, all her worries, all her needs to me.

Her marked mate.

“You’re mine,” I growled, thrusting hard.

“Yes, yours,” she whispered back, arching her neck and moaning as I shifted my hips.

I took note of what she liked, did it again. And again.

“Maddox!” she cried. It was the sweetest sound in the entire universe.

I lowered to my forearms and kissed her then, swallowed her sounds of pleasure as she found release. Her inner walls milked my cock as if her body were eager to pull my seed deeper inside her, to create life.

A baby.

The very idea had my balls tightening, my orgasm bursting forth and shooting from me with a guttural groan. The sheer bliss of her body was blinding.

Her orgasm rode her hard, her body continuing to pulse and writhe as I filled her. I was lost, and yet, with Cassie, I’d been found. I was home.

Cassie