Page 80 of The Karma Project
Max’s hand slowly trails from my hip to my side and between my breasts, until it lands in a comfortable spot at the crook of my neck and my jaw. His kiss deepens as he adjusts and starts to press into me. The tip of his dick is teasing at my entrance and despite the blooming soreness, I arch closer into him, needing contact.
He smiles against my lips and at an agonizingly slow pace he slips into me and pushes himself so deep that my breath disappears from my lungs. “There you go, I knew you could take more.”
Words aren’t possible so I opt out of trying to speak, and a low soft moan falls from my lips to his. “Do you need me to go soft on you?” He plants a kiss against my jaw.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” The growl that comes out with my words is borderline feral, and he hisses at my response.
“I didn’t plan on it.” And in an instant, he pulls out and slams his dick into me at a harsh pace, once again lifting my legs by my ankles and lets them drop onto his shoulders.
I shriek at the sudden change in pace and force, reaching my arms around his back in search of something to cling to. I dig my claws into his shoulder blades, and he groans in pleasure.The stink of my nails biting into his skin seems to just encourage him to cause even more damage.
“You take me so well, Harpy.” He compliments between each thrust. “You were made for me.” He says as an echo of what every other brother has said to me.
Made for him, made for all of them. My men.
“I’m yours.” I confess, without a single thought of apprehension I declare it so clearly to him. “All of yours.” I groan when he hits the spot so deep inside of me my vision blurs.
“Yeah, you fucking are.” The moment he finishes speaking, our eyes clash. There is something so raw and so honest in our eyes that we both just stare for a moment. He continues to pummel into me, but our eyes never leave each other, we are saying so much while saying nothing at all. His eyes are showing that same emotion I can never decipher, but I’m starting to think the expression mirrors mine.
Raw craving, a need, devotion, an emotion so strong it can only be the enemy of hate.
Love. This is love. It’s rough and dirty and in some ways so wrong, but that’s exactly what I’m feeling. Emotionally and physically.
“You’re going to cum on this cock, one more time, aren’t you?” He asks with grit. He’s roughly pounding into me and the second his pace falters and stutters I know he’s close. To see him finally lose control of himself, control of me, and control over everything, I’m just as close.
“Fuck, Max!” I cry out, my voice cracking. “I’m going to-” And in sync we both leap off the ledge and into an eternal blissI never want to rise from. Nothing could ever take this feeling away from me.
“Fuck, Zoe!” He roars my name to the ceiling of the room, and the sound echoes back down to us.
For a moment the world stops and completely ceases to exist. An explosion tears through the room, and bright colors fill my vision. I’d be concerned if I didn’t know for a fact that the explosion was seeping out of me and all over Max. Everything moves in slow motion, and I know from this act alone a million stars have burst and combusted in our galaxy. The foundation of my very being has cracked and quaked and has started its own natural disaster.
We stay like that for a moment. Stuck in a time warp of the most incredibly devastating bliss that has just occurred in this very room.
It takes us a few long minutes to finally catch our breath, and his cock is still buried in me refusing to soften as it pulses and throbs within me.
Moments after that the world fades in and out of my mind. I blink and I’m being cradled by Max. I blink again and he’s carrying me down a hall. Another blink and I’m in a bathtub. Another blink and I’m in my bed.
The last thing that I think as the world fades into nothingness and peaceful rest is:
I am in love with Max Karma.
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Cutting, Bending, Dissolving, Freezing, Boiling, and Melting
Brandon
Max kept Zoe to himself for over nine hours—saying that I’m having withdrawals would be an understatement. Of course, the second Max left her room this morning I had to check in on her. I figured she’d be exhausted but when I cracked open her door she was already up and brushing through her hair in the bathroom.
“Well good morning, Princess.” The shock in my voice isn’t the least bit disguised.
“Good morning,” She sighs as she works through a particularly difficult knot.
“Would you like some help?” I ask, extending my hand to her hairbrush with a reassuring nod. She hands it over to me, seemingly giving up on trying to get through it on her own. I step behind her and I start at the bottom of the knot. “How are you feeling today?”
She twists her lips to the side in a way I haven’t seen before, but I can tell she is trying to hide back a smile. “I feel,” She begins but pauses to think of her next words. “For the first time in my life, I feel complete. Whole.” She admits. I’m so stunned by her honesty there is a pause in my brush strokes, but I try to refocus so as to not shy her away from the openness.
“What do you mean, princess?” I finally get the bottom half of the knot free when my eyes meet hers in the mirror.
