It’s not time to give in. If I drive her further, it’ll be worth it for both of us.
“Say you’re mine, Maddie, and I’ll do whatever you want to release you.”
Super douchey. But it’s what she needs to get there.
The beautiful whimper hits my ears again. Her teeth rake across her lower lip like she’s almost weighing her options. “Imyours“
It’s a soft, incoherent grumble.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I quite got that,” I say with a shake of my head. I move over to the other breast, resting neglected for far too long.
“Please.”
“Say the words coherently. That’s all you have to do.” My tongue flicks against her swollen, sensitive pink peak.
“Shit.” She writhes under me as I move to a pulsating rhythm against her bud. Her fingers clutch into my hair, and I feel the last bit of her reserved demeanor fall away from her. “I’m yours, Seth, okay?”
“Fucking right you are,” I growl, gently removing my finger from her and wiping it on my lips. “Do you want to taste how mine you are, Maddie?”
She nods, eyes narrowed on my lips with unrestrained, heated intensity. Feral. That’s what the Ice Queen’s melted away to.
I lean in and let my lips brush hers, savoring how she parts them the moment mine capture hers.
But Maddie isn’t in the mood for savoring anything, and soon she’s devouring my mouth as if she’s a woman who’s been starved for years for a kiss rather than the few minutes of extended torture she’s endured. A beat of surprise at the hunger of her embrace shifts the tables. No longer in control, I’m held captive by the sweet feel of her lips against mine and the curl of heat that wraps around my body pressed close to her.
Nothing has ever been more intoxicating than holding Madeline Finch on the edge. Watching her unravel because of my touch, it’s a power I didn’t know I craved, but hell, I’ll crave it forever now, even if this is a dream.
With full addiction imminent, I pull away from her lips, careful not to betray who’s running the show here.
Even like this, she’s dominating me. I’m possessed with the need to see her come undone underneath me. Driven with that desire—I’ll go mad if she doesn’t let me, I know it.
I narrow my eyes on hers, and with a slow drag of my fingers, I wet two of them in my mouth. Her breath hitches. Pupils dilate. And I’m hooked.
“You want these?” I ask.
“Please,” she gasps.
“So polite for me.” I grin, circling her entrance before dragging them in and out. She bucks against my fingers with a surrendering moan, and I watch transfixed as her breath grows faster and more erratic. She loses herself to sporadic cursing and back arching. Her eyes are wild and unguarded, like a vast ocean threatening to capsize a ship with its violent waves. A warm form of possession takes over me as she lies beneath me. God, she’s beautiful like this.
A long, climactic cry pulls me out of my haze of admiration. Maddie arches her back one final time, falling against the mattress in quiet resignation. “Fuck, I’m yours,” she says, wiping her sweat-slicked hair out of her face and not meeting my eyes. Like it’s a regretful part of her reality.
“There are worse things you could be,” I whisper, gently capturing her lips, desperate to reassure her.We’re playing, darling.You’re safe with me.I want to say.
But this is a dream, so what use are those words?
“Doubtful,” she says against my lips. “But it’s okay. Everything will be back to normal soon.”
Sub-conscience translation: Seth, get your act together because you’re going to wake up soon, and the real Maddie is nothing like this, and if you’re not careful, she still has the power to destroy you.
“But Seth?” Maddie whispers.
“Yes, love?”
“You think you could—would you mind….” She bites her lip, at war with herself over her request.
“Whatever it is, Maddie, I’ll do it. Just ask.”
“Could you snuggle me?” It’s a low, embarrassed murmur, but that request has the power to smash my heart wide open.
