Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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.
And with powerful people like the senator, no news wasn’t necessarily good news.
Worry gave Matt’s thrusts a possessive urgency. So did the sense of a ticking clock in his head telling him their time together was running out. Besides, he was wearing the last condom in their stash.
Jack had come to replenish their food supplies every four days or so, but he hadn’t been by in a while. If he didn’t show soon, Matt wasn’t convinced he could quit Madison cold turkey. If he failed, she would leave here pregnant.
The thought injected his lust-saturated bloodstream with another excruciating thrill.
Madison keened, and he rose onto his knees, grabbing her hips for leverage, and slammed inside her again. He glanced down her body. When he caught sight of her nipples, so red and beyond swollen, all rational thought left his head.
She loved it when he clamped them. Yesterday, he’d gone half-insane with her pleasure, applying a pair with alligator teeth, fastening them tight and praising her torment before removing them, licking her burning tips mercilessly, and sucking them to add to her exquisite torture. Her desperate cries had driven him to bury himself inside her half the night.