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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.
Though the sun had peeked above the horizon mere minutes ago, the heat of the July morning was already soaring. The air in the bedroom hung as humid as the swamp itself. Sweat rolled down his back as he shoved into her again, this stroke more insistent than his last. Tingles spread. Need choked him.
No matter how much he had of her, it was never enough.
She gasped, her big eyes pleading. He wrapped his fingers around her jaw and squeezed gently. As if he’d given her precisely what she craved, her lashes fluttered shut with a whimper. A pretty flush climbed up her chest and bloomed across her cheeks as she lost herself to him.
Fuck, every day she got more beautiful. After nearly two weeks of spending every waking moment with her, on her, fucking her, whispering to her, laughing with her, embracing her, doing his goddamn best to be the air her heart breathed and the food her soul devoured, he wasn’t less interested in Madison; he was more obsessed. He couldn’t stay away. He couldn’t stop touching her, wanting her, and demanding every part of herself she would give him. And he wasn’t kidding himself; he would never get over her. Hell, he didn’t want to.
One thing Matt never did? Talk about the future. Madison wanted him. She had feelings for him, deep ones; he knew that. But after everything she’d been through, would she really leave her vicious husband for a single-minded Dominant aching to tie her down in more ways than one? He was afraid to ask. Worse, the more he avoided the subject, the more fixated he got. And the more he demanded her submission.
Like now.
“Look at me,” he growled.
Madison complied, blinking up at him for his approval. Her instant obedience and naked need were like imbibing a half dozen shots of whiskey. Everything about her fucking intoxicated him.
“Good. Plant your feet flat. Tilt your hips up. Take all of me.”
Again, no hesitation, just soft obedience delivered with a welcoming moan.
They were so in sync. He could be as dirty and demanding as his heart desired. She always yielded, crying out his name as she utterly surrendered. Afterward, she was all smiles of contentment, soft glances filled with trust, and needy kisses dripping sweetness before she fell asleep in his arms. Making her happy made him happy. Almost overnight, she’d become the thing he treasured most in the world. He’d move heaven and burn down every fucking thing on this earth to keep her safe.
After nearly two weeks of silence in her divorce negotiations, he feared he might have to.
“Yes, honey. You know just how to please me…”
And he’d dedicated himself to learning her in return. He’d never been more in tune with another human being. Despite his worries, he’d also never been happier. He didn’t give a fuck that every part of his body felt wrung inside out, bone sore, and replete beyond exhaustion. He still couldn’t get enough of her. Even in the quiet moments where they did nothing more than breathe together, they flowed. She brought calm to his frayed edges. He lent safety to her jagged fears. When even a wall parted them, Madison sought him out with a steadying touch. When he couldn’t see her and know that she was safe, he felt his world tilt off its axis, sliding him into free fall.
He was in love with her. He wanted to shout it.
He didn’t.
Madison had only agreed to be his for as long as he protected her. What would happen when the Pershings responded to her demand for a divorce and the bubble of their seclusion burst? Matt feared the answer.
