Page 193 of My Undead Love Life

Mad cleaned me off the best he could.

“Thank you, Father.” Luck yawned.

Mad stared at him. “Never call me that again.”

Luck’s grin widened. “Daddy?”

“Absolutely not.” He looked appalled.

Keith laughed so hard he had to turn his face into my shoulder.

I lay there between them, sweaty, breathless, and laughing until my ribs hurt.

Mad’s gaze moved over my face and body, taking in the tremor in my thighs and the way my breathing hadn’t fully settled. “You don’t have to,” he told me.

I looked at him. He was still hard, his cock resting against his stomach, but there wasn’t a trace of pressure in his expression. Only patience and love.

“I want you,” I whispered.

His jaw tightened. “You sure?”

“Yes. I need you.” I reached for him. “Come here, Maddox.”

His full name had him between my thighs.

My body was tender, and he knew it. Mad entered me with excruciating slowness, giving me time to adjust to every inch. His hands rested on either side of my body, holding his weight away from me while his gaze stayed fixed on mine. His first thrust was slow but hit so deep.

A weak cry escaped me, and he did it again.

Long strokes that filled every ache inside me and made the rest of the room fade.

“I don’t think I can come again,” I confessed. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes from sensation and exhaustion, not pain.

Mad leaned down and kissed one away. “You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.”

His expression darkened. He pulled nearly all the way out before pressing back inside. “Show me how pretty you are when you let me take care of you.”

My hands slid over his shoulders. The muscles in his back flexed beneath my palms with every thrust. His pace remained steady, deep enough to make me feel him everywhere without turning rough.

The others didn’t overwhelm me now. They surrounded me with love instead of stimulation. Keith stroked my hair, Oxi kissed my shoulder, Luck held one of my hands, threading our fingers together, and Mad filled me again and again, his forehead resting against mine.

“I love you,” he said. Each word came between thrusts. “I love your fire.” He drove deep. “Your stubbornness.” Again. “Your heart.”

My throat tightened. “Maddox.”

“I love every part of you.”

The pressure built slowly. Not sharp like the others.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” His hand slipped between us, fingers circling my clit with careful pressure.

The orgasm rose from somewhere deep, almost too much after everything that had come before.

Mad held my gaze. “That’s it, flare.”