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“Remember what I said before, about how I never know whether I want to fight with you or fuck you?” he murmurs.
My breath catches as he steps even closer, our chests brushing and his hand darting up to wrap around my throat. He flexes his grip- firm and possessive, yet not overly restrictive- as he angles his head down, eyes burning into my own. “I’m getting real tired of fighting, Duchess.”
Then his lips descend on mine. They barely brush before I’m shoving him back with a start, reeling from this game of hot and cold he’s been playing with me.
Madd stumbles back, unsteady on his feet. His eyes meet mine with the same degree of shocked surprise, like he has no idea what he’s doing, either. But as I stare at him through the darkness, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his ragged breathing, it hits me how much I want this. Ineedit.
As if he sees it on my face, he moves closer again, devious intent written all over his own. He gets right up in my space, grabbing me and yanking me into him roughly, and this time, I don’t push him away.
He lunges down to capture my lips and I shove up on my toes to meet him halfway, needing his kiss in this moment more than I need air in my lungs. I need it to ground me, to remind me of home and help me remember the people we used to be, the carefree teenagers who had the world at their feet and hearts that had never been broken. I crush my lips to his, tasting cinnamon whiskey and regret, yet I willingly drink in his poison without a thought to my own survival.
I claw at his t-shirt to bring him even closer until we’re tumbling down onto the bed, Madd’s hard body landing clumsily on top of mine. Despite the awkward landing, he doesn’t miss a beat, supporting his weight with his elbows on either side of my head as he continues to kiss me breathless.
We’ve both had too much to drink. In the sober light of day, this would probably seem like a bad idea. But right here, right now, I just want my Madd back. Even if it’s only for a night.
I slide my hands up beneath the hem of his shirt, the ladder of his hard ab muscles rippling beneath my palms. Madd’s body is truly a work of art- taut and toned, every sharp line well-defined. Dominant alpha energy radiates from his pores until it almost feels like it’s vibrating off him and right into me, feeding the inferno raging inside my chest and between my thighs.
I tug at his shirt in frustration until he finally breaks our kiss long enough to yank it off over his head, tossing it away and slamming his lips over mine again. I run my hands all over his naked chest and arms as our tongues tangle, his own hands all over me. He pulls the front of my dress down and my bare breasts spill out, nipples pebbling up into sharp points as soon as they hit the air. His lips leave mine to suck one of them into his mouth, licking and teasing it until I’m panting, arching into him for more.
The wonderful, maddening thing about his man is that he knows exactly what drives me wild.
He licks a path between my breasts all the way up the column of my throat, his lips returning to mine with even more feverish urgency than before, like he’s hell bent on devouring me. He drags the hem of my dress up my hips at the same time I fumble for the button of his jeans.
We’re both a little clumsy and uncoordinated thanks to the liquor, but there’s no denying that for the first time in a long time, Madd and I are finally on the same page. We claw at one another’s clothes frantically, frustrated they aren’t coming off fast enough until we both take matters into our own hands, Madd rolling away from me and kicking his shoes and pants off while I shimmy out of my dress, panting in anticipation as he crawls over me again and captures my mouth in another scorching hot kiss.
My legs part for him in invitation and he settles himself between my thighs, hiking one my legs up between us as I feel the smooth head of his cock nudge my entrance. I rock my hips up in an effort to get him inside me faster, the energy between us crackling like a livewire.
I gasp into his mouth as he eases in, slowly at first, then snapping his hips forward to bury himself to the hilt. His chest vibrates with something between a growl and a groan when he bottoms out, my inner walls fluttering around him as they stretch to accommodate his girth. Because I forgot how big that monster between his legs was- but now that it’s buried between my own, I’m remembering all too well.
I sink my fingernails into the backs of his shoulders, moaning softly as the feeling of fullness overwhelms me. Madd pulls out halfway, then surges back in, thrusting hard and deep as he sets a punishing pace that has my moans turning into screams, my back arching and toes curling.
It’s as good as it always was, yet better than it’s ever been. It’s like our bodies remember exactly how to move with one another’s while simultaneously rediscovering what makes each other tick. The slight curve of his dick hits that sensitive spot inside me that drives me fuckingcrazy, stars bursting behind my eyes with every punch of his hips.
“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” Madd growls against my lips, licking a path down my jaw and scraping his teeth across my neck. His thrusts become savage, like he’s trying to imprint himself inside me.As if I could ever forget.Madd was my first, and though he doesn’t know it, he’s also my only. I wasn’t saving myself for him or anything, but it’s like I somehow knew I’d end up right back here with him someday, that we’d come crashing back together so hard that we’d never be able to escape each other again.
His hands cover my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples until I’m falling apart beneath him spectacularly, crying out as my climax rockets through me. My back arches, thighs trembling and inner walls gripping his cock as he continues to pound in and out, fucking me through my orgasm. It’s pure bliss, so intense that tears leak from the corners of my eyes, my body going slack against the mattress.
As I start to come back down, Madd suddenly scoops his arms around my back, lifting me from the bed effortlessly and settling me in his lap, lowering me back down on his cock. I grip onto his broad shoulders for leverage, my head falling back and long hair brushing the base of my spine as I start riding him hard, meeting every one of his sharp thrusts from below. Our skin is slick with sweat, our pants and moans blending into a heady soundtrack of our mutual pleasure.
I lose track of where my own body ends and his begins, the two of us pressed together so tightly that there isn’t even a whisper of space left between us. I’m clinging to him with my arms wrapped around his neck, his own encircling my waist. My breasts slide up and down against the planes of his chest, the friction against my nipples sending sparks of heat straight to my core. One of his hands cruises up my spine to sink into my hair at the base of my skull, fisting it and yanking my head back. Then he licks his way up my neck, sucking my sensitive skin until the coil in my belly is wound so tightly that it’s ready to snap again.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Madd pants, grinding his hips up into me. “You gonna come with me, Dutch?”
“Yes!” I gasp, my thigh muscles burning as I ride him harder. “Fuck yes, Duke,fuck fuck fuck…” my words trail off into an unintelligible moan as I crest another orgasm, falling over the edge into oblivion. Madd’s answering groan signals that he’s following me right over it, and with a final hard snap of his hips, he shudders his release, filling me with warmth as it floods inside me.
We both struggle to catch our breath, Madd falling back onto the bed with a grunt and taking me with him. I land on his chest, then roll off halfway, his arm tucking around me and securing me in place, preventing me from moving any further.
Even though I know what we just did was probably a mistake, I can’t find it in myself to regret it. Not when I’m still riding the high of multiple orgasms, boneless and sated and content.
Madd’s chest rises and falls with his breathing, the tattoos on his skin shifting with its movement. He has too many on his body to count. I wonder when he got his first ink; what drove him to cover his skin with so much of it. He used to talk about tattoos a lot when we were teens, planning what he’d get and where he’d put it on his body, but his skin was still clean when I left town.
Though the questions are on the tip of my tongue, I don’t ask them. I don’t want to spoil this fragile moment of peace between us.
Madd shifts his head sideways, glancing down at me, and I tilt my chin up to meet his gaze. Then he reaches around me, gently trailing his fingertips over the scar that runs from my forehead to my temple.
I flinch, grabbing his wrist to move his hand away, but he doesn’t let me. He just continues tracing the jagged line with his fingers, his eyes tracking their path.
I try not to be vain about the scar, but I know it’s ugly. I expect to see that reflected in his eyes when they snap to meet mine again, but I’m surprised when I’m instead met with a look that I haven’t seen from Madd in years. For a second, he’s looking at me so reverently that my heart skips a beat.
