The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Chapter 285 Surrender To The Desire

His hips pressed firmly against her, grinding with slow, coaxing friction that sent waves of heat through her, urging her to surrender to the desire clawing at them both.

"Ma-Maxwell, I... I’m covered in sweat. I need to take a shower first," Addison moaned, her palms pressing weakly against his chest in an attempt to push him away. Deep down, she was mortified; after all, she was still a woman, and no matter what, she wanted to present herself properly, especially in front of her mate.

The thought of Maxwell catching her like this, sweaty and disheveled, made her cheeks burn crimson. What if he actually sniffed her? She couldn’t bear the embarrassment; her little heart felt like it might burst from the thought alone.

But Maxwell was relentless. His coaxing touches and low murmurs melted every excuse she clung to. Even she could tell her resistance was half-hearted; her words said no, but her body betrayed her, leaning into his heat as if begging for more.

"No need, baby. You smell divine," Maxwell growled low, his lips grazing her skin as he nibbled along her neck and shoulder, helping her slip out of her clothes piece by piece. "Your body’s giving off the most intoxicating scent... that sweet mix of milky vanilla and cinnamon, only richer with your sweat. It’s driving me insane. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to taste you since earlier—but I can’t hold back anymore."

With one swift motion, he tugged her top free, his hungry gaze devouring her. His fingers quickly slid down to her waistband, deftly working on the button as his breath fanned hotly against her ear.

Addison’s heart pounded wildly at his words. The sincerity in his eyes, the raw hunger, and the way he looked at her as if she were the only thing that mattered made her chest ache in the sweetest way.

She secretly loved hearing such things from her mates; it made her feel treasured, desired, and unbearably flustered all at once.

Then Maxwell murmured with a dangerous smirk, "Or... should we shower together?" Without waiting, he shifted toward the bathroom. Addison’s eyes widened, her stomach flipping. Somehow, she had the distinct feeling that if she let him drag her under the spray, there’d be no actual showering—only something far naughtier.

But Maxwell didn’t give her a chance to protest. He carried her straight into the bathroom and stepped under the shower, letting the warm water cascade over them both. He didn’t even bother stripping off their remaining clothes, too consumed with kissing her flushed skin, tasting every drop that mingled with the water.

Tilting his head back with a wicked smirk, he murmured, "This way, Levi and Zion won’t be able to smell your arousal from outside the door..."

Addison’s eyes flew wide, her breath hitching. ’So that was his plan all along...’ He must have known she’d try to insist on a shower, only to twist it into the perfect excuse to join her. Now, with the spray masking her scent, it really did feel like they were sneaking around, doing something forbidden.

And somehow, that only heightened the thrill. The same rush she’d felt earlier in the cafeteria returned tenfold, making her squirm helplessly in his arms.

Maxwell showered Addison’s jawline with hungry kisses as his hands skillfully slid her pants down. The moment they fell away, he sank to his knees before her. Water streamed over his face and sculpted body, making him look impossibly alluring, so much so that Addison bit her lip in anticipation.

Growing impatient with the soaked fabric between them, Maxwell tore her underwear aside in one swift motion and discarded it. The moment his hot tongue found her bare clit, Addison cried out in a breathless moan, her body quivering under the sudden rush of pleasure. Maxwell answered with a low, satisfied sigh, his warm breath spilling over her slick heat, sending another shiver racing through her.

Maxwell’s tongue circled Addison’s clit with hungry precision, each lap drawing a louder gasp from her. His chin was slick with her love juice when he let out a low, primal growl. "Fuck, baby... you’re so wet."

The vibration of his voice against her sensitive flesh sent a shiver rippling through her core, forcing another moan from her lips. Spurred on, Maxwell’s movements grew more fervent, his tongue lashing with deliberate intensity.

His hand traced up the curve of her long leg, gliding slowly to her trembling thigh before slipping toward her wet entrance. Without warning, he slid two fingers inside her, filling her deeply. Addison’s body jolted in pleasure, her knees buckling as she bit down on her lip to stifle the desperate cry building in her throat.

"Don’t hold back... moan for me, baby. I love hearing your sweet voice," Maxwell murmured, his intense gaze locked on her. From his view, he drank in the sight of her heaving chest and flushed face, each ragged breath only fueling his hunger.

To Addison, his words made her cheeks burn hotter with embarrassment, and she tried to bite back her voice, clinging desperately to silence. But Maxwell was relentless. It was as if her moans were the only proof he wanted, the only reward he craved.

His fingers pumped steadily into her wet entrance while his tongue teased her swollen clit, a merciless rhythm that shattered her resistance. The dual assault overwhelmed her senses, and before long, her voice broke free, moans spilling from her lips uncontrollably, echoing through the steamy bathroom as she forgot all about holding back.