Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Good. Then arch for me.”
She did. With her legs affixed apart and her backside in the air, she seemed so exposed. She felt his stare all over her.
“So beautiful…” He ran one work-rough palm down her ass, then skimmed his fingertips back up her inner thigh until she was dancing on her tiptoes and whimpering for the kind of pleasure only he could give her.
She flung her head back and moaned.
“There are so many ways I want to heap sensation on you for the sheer pleasure of watching you writhe and beg, but it feels like it’s been forever. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes! Please…yes.”
The hurried shuffle of clothes and the crinkle of a foil packet sounded behind her. Moments later, he nestled against her, aligned his thick crest at her opening, then nipped at her shoulder as his fingers sailed over her clit again, renewing the debilitating ache.
“God, I feel you trembling against me. Your body… Every muscle is so tense. Tell me you need me.”
Her breath rattled in her lungs, burning for relief. “I need you.”
“Inside you?”
“Inside me now.” Madison felt as if he’d opened her mind and read every forbidden thought, then handed it to her on a silver platter. She wriggled, pushing back and trying to swallow his cock with her greedy sex.
He wrapped his arm around her middle. His other hand found its way into her hair and fisted the strands. “Right now?”
“Matt, please. Yes. I’m desperate.”
“There it is… All afternoon, I fantasized about this exact moment. Take me.” His voice dissolved into a growl as he surged inside her, the flesh-and-blood key that unlocked her ecstasy.
Sensation tore fire through her. “Matt!”
“Yes. That’s it. Every inch. To the hilt. Just like that… Fuck! You. Are. Everything, honey.”
Despite his rough intrusion, Madison didn’t feel violated or used or even owned. She felt treasured. She felt worshipped. And she felt like Matt’s, especially when he tightened his fingers in her hair and sank his teeth into her shoulder while he penetrated her again, sliding against a spot that sent her leaping onto her toes with a shocked gasp.
Pleasure flashed like lightning. Thunder followed like a thick opiate filling her veins. Thoughts of everything but Matt blurred and slid away. Her whole focus narrowed to him.
In that moment, she couldn’t care what was smart or what tomorrow might bring. He was her world. Now was the only moment in time.
She surrendered with a cry, giving in to the dark drag of tingles threatening to starburst into an explosion that would leave her his forever.
But wasn’t she already?
Madison grabbed the edges of the table, the bite of the metal the only thing grounding her to a reality beyond him. Without it, she feared she’d disappear into this insane ecstasy for good. Need clawed at her. Her defenses crumbled, and the rubble settled at his feet with each rattling thrust. Her damp skin slid across the table as she crept closer to climax. She ran headlong toward her own destruction, heedless of the cost and uncaring that she might cease to be without his touch.
“You’re tightening,” he hissed out.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
“I didn’t give you permission to come.”
Delicious dread slid through her. “Pleeeeeease…”
His fingers bit into her hip as his thrusts gathered speed and force. The orgasm swelled, heated, thickened as it threatened to overtake her.
“Give it to me. Give everything over,” he panted as if he could barely restrain his own need. “Watch us come together.”
Suddenly, he ripped the blindfold away and yanked on her hair again. Madison found herself looking into a mirror just above. In searing fascination, she stared as Matt shuttled into her, his head back, his expression a twisted mask of savage, teeth-baring need. Seeing the way she affected him, the ecstasy burned across his face, in tempo with their slapping bodies, her rising cries, and his grunts of need completely undid her.
“Matt!” She managed to get the word out before she disintegrated into a fathomless, perfect bliss and landed into a heap at his feet.
Thankfully, he caught her, and with a throaty growl and one last body-lashing stroke, he gave all of himself back to her, pouring out his worries, needs, and passion.
Together, they stayed joined, poised at the pinnacle of a weightless, sublime moment, breathless and timeless, before melting together.
He wrapped her in his arms, buried his face in her neck, and struggled to breathe as she clung and cried, finally feeling whole for the first time in forever.
“Shh,” he soothed. “I’m here. Did you enjoy that?”
Was he kidding? “Yes.”
“It was pretty perfect.” He skimmed his lips across her shoulder, then up her neck. “Don’t you think?”
“Yes.”
He petted her in reward. “Again, honey?”
She couldn’t answer fast enough. “Yes.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
July 16
Twelve Days Later
Matt wrapped his fingers around Madison’s delicate wrists, firmly secured to the four-poster bed, grinding his way deep inside her, groaning at the gush of sensation.