The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: Chapter 222 Maxwell

Now that she could finally breathe again, Addison tried to lift her head from the pillow—but just as she did, Maxwell started thrusting again, faster now, yet still deep and deliberate. The intensity made her body jolt forward with every stroke, and her hips trembled, struggling to hold steady beneath the growing storm of pleasure.

"Maxwell..." Addison finally managed to breathe out his name, her voice broken and panting as she tried to urge him to slow down. But the moment Maxwell heard her call out to him like that, it was as if she had ignited a fire deep in his chest.

Instead of slowing, he began thrusting even harder, making Addison’s eyes roll back as waves of pleasure threatened to steal the breath from her lungs.

She moaned and panted, fingers clenching the bedsheets beneath her for any kind of grounding. Her hips lifted slightly, giving Maxwell better access, and he took full advantage of the position, plunging deeper with every thrust. Her stomach began to bulge slightly from the force, and his hand pressed down on that spot, intensifying the sensation she was feeling.

She could feel every ridge and contour of him inside her, the pressure building until it bordered on overwhelming. Words failed her now—just calling his name was all she could manage. But that, more than anything, only fueled Maxwell further, as if her voice alone injected adrenaline straight into his veins.

"That’s right... Baby, no, Addie, say my name," Maxwell panted, his voice thick and breathless as the wet, indecent sounds made by their intertwined bodies echoed through the room.

"Come on, say it again..." he urged, his voice low and coaxing before adding with a teasing edge, "Can you hear it, Addie? That lewd, wet sound... It’s so damn inviting, I can’t help myself. My hips move on their own—like the starving wolf I am."

His husky voice sent shivers down her spine. Hearing him talk like that made Addison’s face burn with embarrassment, but also ignited something deeper inside her, something wild and intoxicating.

The room was filled with the chorus of their shared panting, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, and the slick, wet sounds every time Maxwell thrust into her. And now that he had drawn attention to it, Addison couldn’t ignore it anymore.

She became hyper-aware of the raw, erotic sounds, and instead of shame, it only made her feel hotter, needier, and even more desperate for him to keep going.

"Hmm..." Addison moaned, her mind hazy as pleasure clouded all coherent thought. She couldn’t think straight anymore—especially not when Maxwell kept whispering things like that, pulling her attention to every little sensation, making her hyperaware of every movement, every sound, every touch.

Her lips parted again, breathy and submissive. "M-Maxwell..."

"Good girl..." he growled, his voice low and indulgent. "Let your man pamper you a little more, hmm?"

With those words, he started thrusting harder and faster, each roll of his hips deliberate and deep. Addison cried out louder this time, her body trembling beneath him as he supported himself with his knees on either side of her hips, angling perfectly to hit all the right spots.

"Oh God, you feel so damn good, Addie. Fuck..." Maxwell groaned, his voice breaking with pleasure. Now that both Zion and Levi were out cold, Addison felt wholly his—and that realization made something in him soar. He felt euphoric, like his heart was rising along with the high of their mating, every second sinking him deeper into this primal, blissful bond.

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