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I splay my hands over his heated skin and he bites off a curse, his muscles rippling under my palms.
“This what you want?” he asks, staring down at me with burning eyes as he tugs the shirt over his head and tosses it aside. “You want nothing but skin between us, baby?”
I meet his stare and hold it, then lean forward and drag my tongue down the line of his six pack. He already knows I do. But instead of pushing my head down and making me take the thick cock bumping my chin like I expect him to, he surprises me by yanking me to my feet and kissing me hard, his hard length throbbing against my stomach.
He tastes like my pleasure, and I grab his shoulders, my knees giving out.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough,” he groans into my mouth, locking his arm around me to hold me in place… then fucking devouring me.
I’m just as hungry for him, kissing him back with a raw craving that feels almost feral, but when one of my hands brushes over the rough line of stitches in his shoulder—the aftermath of the bullet wound I put there when I was aiming for his heart—I freeze, a surge of conflicting emotions threatening to swamp me.
I shudder, and Maddoc pulls back and grabs my chin, staring down into my eyes.
“Fuck,” I whisper, not at all sure what I mean by that.
My eyes start to burn, but I can’t look away.
“No,” he finally says after a minute, and before I can ask what he’s denying—what it was he saw on my face—his mouth crashes back into mine, and I’m fucking lost.
Or maybe found.
The way he dominates all my senses grounds me back in the moment, my mind emptying of all the shit that I don’t know how to deal with yet. My body takes over, driven by pure instinct and a primal need that frees me to let out all my emotions, raw and uncensored.
Maddoc hauls my body, and it’s all the permission I need to let go. I bite at him, drown in his taste and claw at his back, and he takes everything I have and gives it right back with a brutal passion born from the same desperate need for something that neither of us is ready to name yet.
“Please, fuck, do it,” I gasp, my pussy is slick, wet, and swollen from what he’s already put it through, but I still ache for what he promised me.
He groans and gives it to me, lifting me into position without lifting his mouth from mine, then shoving inside me in one ruthless thrust that has me screaming for him all over again.
“Yeah,” he grunts, all his muscles standing out in stark relief as he starts fucking me on the edge of the couch, every thrust rough and relentless and exactly what I need. “This.”
A moan rips from my throat, and I’m coming on his cock before I even have a chance to catch my breath. He fucks me all the way through it and then pulls out and turns me over, bending me over the arm of the couch and holding me there.
He hasn’t come yet, and I fully expect to be impaled. Iwantit. But instead, I feel a callused hand smooth over my ass while he uses the other to pin my wrists behind my back.
“Thought my marks would last a little longer,” he says, his shaft—still as hard as raw steel and wet from my pussy—throbbing with heat as it rubs against the back of my thighs.
Then he spanks me.
I gasp, the sharp sting a perfect counterpoint to the syrupy exhaustion from all the orgasms he’s wrung out of me. He does it again.
“Fuck, Maddoc,” I whisper, my body feeling like it doesn’t even belong to me anymore. Like I’m both disconnected from it and drowning in the overload.
“You look damn good in red,” he says, grabbing one of my ass cheeks in a rough, possessive grip. Squeezing. Kneading. “Seeing the stripes my belt left on you that night had my cock in pain.” He spanks me again. “I got so fucking hard for you. And the way you sounded…”
His palm cracks into my ass again, and a seductive darkness swirls inside me as the fresh pain twists around the languid heat left over from coming so hard, so many times in a row, making me whine.
“Yeah,” Maddoc grunts. “Like that. I could tell this kind of shit turns you on when I used my belt to you.”
“No,” I whisper, already arching back in a silent request for more.
Maddoc’s low chuckle calls me out for lying, and then he gives me what we both know I really want, kicking my legs apart and lighting me up with a hard flurry of spanking that leaves me gasping, overheated and aching for him.
“Asshole,” I say when he stops, my thighs trembling.
“Oh, is that where you want me to fuck you? In that sweet little asshole? Tempting, butterfly.” He tightens his grip on my wrists and thrusts his hand between my legs, palming my pussy. Then he shoves two fingers deep inside me as he leans over my back to whisper in my ear. “Thisis what I want right now, but maybe next time.”
“Fuck,” I pant, too lust addled to get more words out. And then I stop trying, because he removes his fingers and fills me with his cock again, driving in hard and not stopping. Fucking into me like he really is possessed. Like he’s reached his breaking point and is determined to find mine too.
