DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

this. Maddox was using me, desperately chasing his release
through my body, ridding himself of that pent-up anger
inside of him... through me.
Maddox Coulter was my hell and my haven.
He killed me.
I killed him.
We were the cure and the plague.
The poison and the antidote.
Maddox’s hands slid behind me, cupping my ass, as he
raised my hips into the air. He found his stride, and, in this
position, his shaft hit every sweet spot inside me. My eyes
rolled in the back of my head. My nails dug deeper into his
chest, permanently marking myself into his flesh.
His lips smashed into mine, when I came with a cry.
Maddox muffled any sounds I made, and he groaned into
my mouth, as he found his own release.
He collapsed onto me, and I wrapped my arms around
his shoulders. Our breaths came out harsh, and we fought
to regain our equilibrium. His heart thundered against
mine, and I wanted to weep. For all the days we had lost.
Because we had been so stupid.
“Maddox.”
“Shh, Lila.”
“Don’t leave,” I whispered, still trying to catch my
breath. “Please.”
His hips flexed, and I felt his semi-hardness inside me.
“I’m not. Not yet.”
Maddox buried his head into my neck, and I felt his lips
on my throat. A brief kiss. A whisper of his lips. He rubbed
his nose against my throat, with such tenderness, it
brought tears to my eyes.
I love you.
My eyes fluttered close. Our breathing evened out, but
our bodies stayed connected. I must have drifted off to
sleep, because the next time I was blinking my eyes open, I
felt a warm cloth rubbing my skin.