*Maddox*

“Are you going to be a good girl for me while I’m gone,” I rasp into her ear. We’re covered in sweat, and I’ve been drawing out every minute of the last hour to make this last as long as possible for both of us.

I’ve made Isla come at least three times, but I’m not done with her yet. It could be months before I see her again.

“Probably not,” she whimpers, but her mouth curves into a devilish smile. I thrust into her, hard, and she arches her back, ...