Page 67 of Written In Flesh

My head drops back against the door right as a moment of panic takes over. “Wait, Madde. I—just… have I, or have we… I’ve never done this before.”

Madden’s body stills. “Look at me, Skully,” he demands, his voice raw, dark, and gritty. My eyes snap open, and I look down at him, feeling my cheeks heat seeing his head between my thighs. “That’s my girl,” he praises me, and I swear I’m going to pass out. “It’s only ever been you, Angel.”

I swallow past the emotions thick in my throat and the relief I feel at knowing this part of my past. Before I can process or ask anything else, Madden pushes my dress back up, baring me to him. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, never taking my eyes off of his. The first brush of his tongue against my bare pussy makes my knees tremble; my stomach heats and pools lower in my belly.

“Fuck, you taste as good as I remember,” Madden groans, gripping my thigh tighter, placing it over his shoulder and spreading me open, so he can taste me better. I moan again when his tongue finds my clit, flicking and sucking until my hips are writhing against his face and my legs are shaking.

My hand fists into the material of his shirt and the other twists in the silky strands of his hair. “Yes, Madden, please don’t stop.” I’m begging and holding on for dear life.

“Never,” he murmurs against me, his lips grazing my sensitive skin. “Nothing could ever make me stop. I can never get enough of how sweet you taste.”

I love every word he says to me as he builds me up only to fall apart with pleasure. His mouth on me is electric, and it sends shockwaves through me. My magic pushes out, touching his, greeting his shadows as they both seep into the room with us. Uncontrolled and free.

“Come for me, Skully,” Madden orders, his voice raw and demanding. His eyes are pitch black when we make eye contact, his face absolutely destroyed by what he’s doing to me. “Let go, Angel, and let me taste your cum.”

His fingers dig so hard into my skin, I know I’ll have bruises, but I don’t care. My body gives into Madden’s order and I shatter beneath his ministrations. My body shakes, and my knees start to buckle as waves of pleasure crash over me. Madden’s mouth stays on me, licking me through the most intense orgasm I can remember.

When he pulls away, I’m boneless, sinking into the wall. Madden’s arms slip under me, lifting me again like I weigh nothing and bringing me over to my bed. Setting me down, he kneels in front of me, removing my boots and my stockings before reaching for the hem of my sweater dress. I let him undress me completely, my body hungry for his. I’m surprised and almost disappointed when he stands and takes off his long sleeve shirt only to drop it down over my head. I blink up at him and find him smirking at me.

“I… what about you?” I shift on my bed, my hands reaching out for him.

His hand grasps my jaw, bringing my gaze back to his. “Next time. Believe me, Skully, giving you pleasure was just as good for me as it was for you.” He glances down and I follow his stare to the small wet patch on his jeans. A blush floods my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I should have taken care of you too.”

Madden leans down and places a gently kiss on my lips. I can taste myself and the intimacy of that is almost more than what we just did. I can barely look him in the eyes, but Madden doesn’t give me the chance to hide. His hand moves from my jaw to my neck, his fingers spreading out wide, holding me in place. My eyes widen and snap back to his.

“Stop overthinking it, Angel.” He leans down so we’re eye to eye. “We have time. Plenty of time to relearn how good we make each other feel. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

“Will you still stay with me tonight?” I ask, feeling slightly vulnerable. Madden’s lips turn up in a smile.

“You couldn’t make me leave now even if you tried. Let me just clean up quick, and I’ll be right back.”

I nod, watching him walk toward my door and to the bathroom across the hall. I listen to the water run before it turns off again. A few minutes later he’s back, without his shirt on, and up close, I can finally take in his various reaper markings. My eyes trace over the different swirls, the designs, the black raven posted broadly on his back shoulder blade.

“Like what you see?” He quirks a brow at me, obviously knowing I’ve been checking him out.

I dip my head, biting my lips nervously. “Yes.”

Madden smiles smugly before tossing his body on the bed next to mine. I roll toward him, so we’re facing each other. His arm slides around my waist, pulling me closer.

“I was looking at your reaper markings,” I tell him, while he watches me intently. My hand moves and raises his shirt on my arm to where my marks sit, surrounding the faint scar. “What do they mean?”

“Mostly they’re just family representation. Things we’re passionate about. There’s always a symbol of our power and position, and any bonds we have. Everything that makes us who we are, written in flesh,” he explains. My eyes look over my own marks.

“You have a purple star,” I point out to him. Madden nods, his eyes never leaving mine. “I do too.” My fingers trace over the little row of stars that sprout from my wrist to my elbow. All of them are black except for one. Just like his. I want to ask him more, but my eyes are already growing heavy.

“Sleep, Skully,” Madden whispers against my temple. His arm tightens around me and he places a kiss in my hair. “Sleep. I’ll never let anything hurt you ever again,” he whispers.

My mind shouts at me, but everything inside me is already relaxing, turning sluggish, giving into his command. I do want to sleep, and with Madden’s warmth and his scent surrounding me, my body gives in.