Chapter 47.
Maximo’s thrust slowed, his eyes locked on hers, before he finally pulled out of her, the slick heat between them stretching and breaking. Her breath caught at the sudden emptiness, a frustrated sound leaving her throat before she could stop it.
Before she could speak, his hands gripped her waist—firm, commanding, unyielding.
In one effortless motion, he hauled her up from the bed and slung her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. The rough fabric of his trousers brushed against her stomach, her bound wrists hanging down, brushing against the backs of his thighs. Her breasts pressed into his back, the movement making them sway with each step. The sudden shift stole her breath, a gasp breaking free before turning into a helpless moan.
“Maximo—” her voice trembled wit
