but Madden did not stop nor did he go faster. Aside from his arms pinning my legs, his mouth was my only connection to him.
The pressure grew and lights danced behind my eyelids from holding my breath. I gasped in air and he stoked the fire into an uncontrollable inferno. He was pushing me right to the edge and there wasn’t a single thing I could do to stop him. My release was his to give. I was completely and totally his to command and that knowledge sent me over the edge.
I belonged to Madden, from now until forever.
Spasms rolled through me like lava. I was unable to move, and could only lie there as the heat incinerated me from the inside out. It grew hotter and hotter until I had to scream or I’d disappear in the fiery sensations.
Tears burned my eyes from the exquisite pleasure that had not lessened yet and they spilled over, rolling down my cheeks. I sobbed Madden’s name. It felt as though I were breaking apart, shattering into a million pieces.
Slowly, with soothing words and soft touches, Madden put me back together again. When I finally stopped shaking, he gathered me into his arms and picked me up. The tears had stopped and I buried my face in his neck, pressing hot kisses along the column of his neck.
He took us to the bedroom and laid me gently on the bed, then stood back and unbuttoned his jacket. His gaze never left mine. Next was his shirt that seemed to take him forever to unbutton. When he slid his pants down over his legs, I couldn't look away from the bulge pushing at his boxers.
I wanted to see it, to see him.
He hooked the waistband and pulled down and his cock popped free, standing hard and proud from his body. I could almost feel the steely warmth in my grasp. He crossed to the bed and crawled up and over me.
“I’m not done tasting you.” Madden slid his hands under my back and unfastened my bra. It was the last piece of clothing between us. He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed and kneaded them until my nipples pebbled. Each one he rolled between his thumb and finger until I squirmed under him.
Only then did he lean his head and take one into his mouth. He kissed and licked and bit at one until I thought I couldn't possibly take another second, then he switched to the other. He kept up this torture, switching back and forth, building me back up to the point of delirium.
His mouth covered mine at the same time he plunged his fingers into me, pumping so hard and fast that I flew over the edge before I even had time to prepare for it. I screamed into his mouth and he sucked down the cries with every stroke of his tongue.
He was taking everything I had and I welcomed it. I wanted to give him everything.
His fingers slowed and his kisses gentled until he was pressing his lips against the side of my mouth, along my jaw, my chin.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he said, settling between my legs.
I wound my arms around his neck. “That makes two of us.”
His eyes burned and he stared down at me. “I want you.”
“You have me,” I answered without hesitation.
He shifted his hips and reached between us. I felt the head of his cock nudging between my legs and opened wider. The silky hot length of him slid inside. He groaned and rested his forehead on my chest. He pulled back until he was almost out, then slid back in.
“Fuck,” he whispered, hot against my skin. He lifted his head and caught my eyes. They were darker than I’d ever seen them before. “Nothing between us, Skylar,” he said hoarsely. “I want you just like this. No more secrets, no more misunderstandings, no more mistrust. This, what we have right now, is how it’s going to be.”
His gaze burned into mine. I clenched around him and watched his jaw tighten.
“Nothing between us,” he said again.
I knew what he was saying. I knew what it could mean. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. My nails dug into his shoulders when he sped up his hips. We fed on each other, building to a rough and frantic pace.
Moans filled the room. His. Mine. Mixing until one became the other.
He slid my hands from his