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Idon’t know.
Her heart ached at his words hit her hard.
The man she loved—was married to—whose children were growing deep in her belly—this was the man who had no idea when he’d be returning to her?
There was a chasm building between them, pulling them apart. She longed to bridge the gap, to understand him completely, even if she didn’t.
In that moment, Madison realized there were depths to Alex’s past she’d never explored. A hidden pain—a secret—burdening his soul. Whatever it was had to be heavy and dark, and threatening to pull him under.
He was in hell, and there was no way out except through it.
And even then, she could feel his body calling hers. She longed to ease whatever tormented him, to offer solace and support, the most intimate way she could.
Gently, her fingers stroked his hair. There are times when loving Alex Drake means long talks and candlelit dinners. But here, now, it meant an absence of words. Alex needed her.
Her lips met his, a slow, warm, lingering kiss of trust and commitment. And unquestioning love.
For a second, he pulled away, searching her eyes. Then, his lips crashed on hers. Desperate hands, tearing at her nightgown. “I need you,” he said gruffly.
He didn’t wait for a response. Her nightgown was gone. He laid her on the bed, ripping it to the floor.
“Spread your legs.”
Slowly, she opened them. His darkening stare took in every last inch of her. Was it possible to come just from the way a man looks at you?
This wasn’t her Alex. Tender and sweet. This man was a thousand times darker and more desperate for escape…and release.
In a detached state, two fingers swiped her sex. Being wet was one thing. Seeing him like this, she was soaked.
He brought his fingers to his lips, and sucked them hard and clean. A feral growl escaped from his chest, and his dick grew thick and heavy.
He climbed over her, positioned himself at her entrance, and held himself there. His strong hands gripping her thighs, prying them apart ever so much wider.
“Alex,” she trembled out.
The sound of his name hit him like a starting gun. The force of his thrust was hard, and deep, and…everything.
For a flash of a second, he held himself there, savoring it. She watched in awe as the rush of sensation hit him, and he held it. As her exhale released, he slid out, then slammed in again, harder than the first.
There was no time to acclimate. To build up to his size. To sink in to each inch. No. She was taking him—all of him—raw and real and unapologetic. And holy fuck, it felt good.
It has been a while since Alex unleashed on her like this. In fact, he’d been on his best kid glove behavior. But not today.
In a rush, he hit a rhythm. The kind of earth-shattering rhythm reserved for dinosaur-killing asteroids. “Fuck,” he breathed, his body sheened in perspiration.
“Yes,” she panted back, her eyes rolled back, taking all of him in.
Without warning, he stopped. “I need more.”
Her eyes shot wide.What?
He flipped her over, postured on her hands and knees, and fisted her hair, forcing her face to the mirror. “Watch,” he demanded.
Eyes wide, she did. Taking in the sight of his tongue swiping down her spine, along the curve of her butt, and in onehot as fuckmove, across her swollen pussy. It sent her reeling.
There, he fed. Lapping her up in rough, hungry laps as she watched—her body rocking against his mouth—his thumb skimming the rose of her ass.
It was too much. An overdrive of sensation. More of her husband than she’d had in months. And it was sending her over the edge fast. Too fast. “I’m close,” she whimpered.
