Back to the normal posting. This chapter is rated MATURE. If you haven't noticed, I changed the rating on this fanfiction from teen to mature. This scene has a graphic make-out scene that's going hints at sex. Which I'm going to post next chapter.
I may not be able to post next week because I have finals next week (three days) plus I have tests on the other two days that I don't have finals. I hope to have time to write, but I doubt it. I tried to post a longer chapter this week to make up for next week's possible missing chapter.
Thanks for reading!
-CL
Maxon opens the door with a bow and I giggle and curtsy. "Thank you, kind sir," I say, sashaying into the room.
Maxon follows me into the room, grinning. "Now where were we, my lady?" Maxon asks, walking over to me. He grabs me and pulls me close. All it takes is his breath near my face before my body loses control and I kiss him hungrily. I move my hands to his back. "Bella," Maxon moans. "Please."
"Maxon, if you're waiting for my permission to fuck me, then I'm giving you permission right now-" I'm cut off by him nipping my ear. "I mean now-" I say breathlessly.
"I'm working on it, my dear," he replies, leading us toward the bed. I feel the mattress and lay down. "Lay on your stomach," he says. I do, and I feel him finding the buttons and zippers of my wedding dress.
"Maxon, please be careful," I start but am cut off by his lips on my back. "Fuck, Maxon." He gently pulls me up to a standing position, his lips on my neck. He helps me shimmy out of the bodice of the dress, pushing it toward my waist. We don't have the patience to take off the whole dress before Maxon trails kisses down my chest. I feel my nipples harden. "Maxon-I need you," I pant.
"Of course, my dear," he says, slowly pulling my strapless bra over my head.
"Maxon!" I shout while panting.
Maxon grins wickedly. "I'm working on it, my dear. Be patient." He discards the bra on the floor.
"I can't-" I start, but I moan when Maxon slowly kisses a trail to my now-naked boobs. He teases me, slowly making his way toward my nipples. "Maxon!" I yell in frustration. He laughs, but then his mouth finds my nipple. They are peaks and he slowly lowers his mouth, encasing my nipple. "Fuck," I hiss. He moves his hand to my thigh, taking my dress with him. "Maxon-" I whisper. He takes his hand away from my thigh. He gets off of me. "Maxon? Why did you-?" I start, but then I see him taking off his tux, starting with his tie and shirt. I stand up on shaky legs and walk over to my discarded bra on the floor. I don't Maxon actually looking at me like this without adrenaline pumping through him. I pull it on and walk over to him. I touch my hands to his chest. "Maxon…can I see…?"
Maxon sighs. "Bella…you know how I feel about them…"
"Please, Maxon?" I ask gently.
Maxon doesn't answer, he just turns around. I keep my breathing under control, as much as I can after we just made out and almost had sex. I lightly touch one. "Does that hurt?" I ask.
"No, they are healed. They are just scars," Maxon responds. I gently trace the scars that his father, King Clarkson, left. Maxon was whipped and caned for anything that he did that didn't please his father. Maxon takes a deep breath. "Bella, please don't tell people about them. The only people who know are you and America. I plan on telling Carter, Marlee, and Aspen soon when I feel like I can confess."
I gently tug at Maxon so he turns around. I press my forehead against his. "Maxon, I haven't told anybody yet and you know I keep promises. Hence the fact I haven't kissed you since today. I love you, even with those scars. It shows how much you cared about other people before yourself." I reach up to wrap my arms around his back. I gently trace his scars with my fingers once again, which comforts him.
Maxon looks me in the eyes. "Bella, I love you, too," he says, sealing his statement with a kiss. I manage to control myself and not let the kiss get too deep. I lean against him and notice the bulge in his pants.
"Maxon, why don't you finish getting undressed?" I ask with a coy smile.
Maxon doesn't say a word, but his actions speak for him. He slowly unbuckles his belt letting it fall to the floor. He moves to the button on his pants; he takes his time taking off his pants, knowing that I am impatient. He finally finishes with his pants, stepping out of the legs and walking towards me in his boxers. "I think it's your turn," he says, gesturing to my bra and my dress that is still covering my stomach.
"Oh, umm…" I say, looking around to see if there's a place to take it off. Without the adrenaline pumping through my veins, I'm nervous for Maxon to see my body the way it truly is. He's only ever seen me in clothes that hide my bad curves. Including this dress, besides the stomach issue.
Maxon walks over to me. "Bella?" he asks with the unsaid question in his eyes. He puts his hands on my hips, ready to help me get out of the dress.
"Yes?" I ask, not glancing at him. I miraculously keep my breathing even and my thoughts focused, even though Maxon has his hands on my thighs.
"Are you going to get undressed, my dear?" He starts to pull the dress down past my hips.
I grab his hands and gently lift them off of my hips. "Maxon…I-well-um…I don't…I don't want you to see me without clothes on…"
"Why, my dear?"
"I'm insecure, Maxon, about my body. I've told you such before," I say, a little bit angry. I back and cover my body as much as I can with my arms. I carefully pull on the sleeves of the dress. I feel my stomach grumble, even though I already ate food at the reception.
Maxon gently grabs my arm. "Bella, are you ok?"
I push his hand off of me. "Yes, Maxon, I'm fine," I say, walking towards the doors that lead out to his balcony. There's a gauzy curtain covering it and I pull it back. I realize that I'm burning hot so I open the doors and step outside.
There's a light breeze, and even though it's February, the cold cools me down, including my temper. I hear Maxon's footsteps approach me. "Bella?" he asks. I slowly turn to face him. "Can you please talk to me?"
"Maxon…I'm-I just don't want you to see me naked. I'm ugly, and I don't want you to see me so…exposed. I've never liked my body, and it's scary having someone else look at it, too." I rub my arms.
Maxon gently tugs me into the room and shut the doors and curtains behind us. He faces me and wraps his arms around me; I lay my head on his chest, listening to his breathing and smelling his cologne. "Bella, I love you for who you are. I don't care about your looks. I care about you. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I've been waiting for this since I met you. I promise I'll make sure you're comfortable before moving on," he says, putting his head on my hair.
I realize that I'm being unfair. I made Maxon show me his scars, yet I refuse to show him my body. I step out of his hug and start to take off my dress hesitantly. "I'll help," Maxon says with a grin. He walks over to me and grabs the dress, gently pulling my arms out of the sleeves. He trails kisses down my arms as he pulls them out of the dress, making me shiver.
"Fuck, Maxon," I say. I feel him smile against my skin. He's moved to my chest. He pulls the dress down so my bra is in view, but stops at my stomach. He moves to take off my bra, but first, he glances at me for verification. I nod, knowing he's seen my boobs. He slowly lifts his lips to my cleavage. He grabs the bra and lifts it over my head, his lips still exploring my cleavage. He reaches my nipples and I suck in a deep breath. "Please, Maxon. Please," I pant. He fills his mouth with my breast and I sigh deeply. "Maxon…yes…" I say, adrenaline pumping through me. "Yes, fuck me right now, Maxon Calix Schreave."
"Your wish is my command, Bella Rose Starr," Maxon says, looking at me to see if I'm sure. I nod with a grin.
