The crude honesty of it, the mental image he's painting, makes me burn hotter.
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because I knew once I started, I'd never stop wanting you. And now..." He bites down on the sensitive spot where myneck meets my shoulder, marking me. "Now you're mine. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
He carries me up the stairs like I weigh nothing, his mouth finding mine again, kissing me with a desperation that matches my own. When we reach the bedroom, he sets me on my feet but keeps me pressed against him.
"Strip," he orders. "Slowly. I want to watch."
My hands shake as I reach for the hem of my sweater, but not from fear. From pure, undiluted want. His eyes track every movement as I pull it over my head, standing before him in just my bra and jeans.
"Keep going."
I reach for the button of my jeans, but he stops me.
"No. The bra first."
I comply, unhooking it and letting it fall. His sharp intake of breath is the only sound in the room.
"Perfect," he murmurs. "Do you know what you do to me? How many cold showers I've taken thinking about this?"
"Show me," I challenge.
He's on me in an instant, his hands and mouth everywhere at once. He backs me toward the mattress, his touch leaving trails of fire across my skin. When the back of my knees hit the bed, he follows me down, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way.
"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he promises darkly, his hands making quick work of my remaining clothes. "No other man will ever touch you like this. Make you feel like this."
His hands roam my body, tracing the curves and dips with a reverence that belies the raw intensity of his touch. I can feel every hard line of his muscles against me, the heat of hisskin searing into mine. His mouth explores my neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving marks that I know will be there tomorrow, a reminder of this moment.
"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low rumble. "Dreamt of it. Fantasized about it. And now you're here, in my arms, and you're more perfect than I ever imagined."
I arch into him, my body aching with need. "Show me," I whisper. "Show me how much you've wanted this."
He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his own dark and fierce. "I plan to. I plan to show you everything. Every dirty thought, every fantasy, every desire. You're going to know exactly what you do to me, Madison. Exactly how much you drive me crazy."
His mouth travels down my body, finding sensitive spots I didn't know existed, making me arch and whimper beneath him. When I try to reach for his clothes, he catches my wrists, pinning them above my head with one large hand.
"Not yet. I've been imagining this for too long. Let me enjoy it."
His words send a shiver of anticipation down my spine, and I can feel myself getting wetter, my body preparing for him. He must feel it too, because he groans, a sound of pure, unadulterated desire.
"Fuck, you're so ready for me," he growls, his hand sliding down to cup me possessively. "So wet and hot."
I rock against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. "Then don't wait," I breathe. "I need you. Now."
He captures my mouth in a deep, searing kiss, his tongue invading, claiming. His fingers find my clit, rubbing in tightcircles that make me cry out into his mouth. I can feel myself climbing, the pleasure building fast and hard.
"Come for me," he commands against my lips, his voice rough with his own need. "Let me feel you come all over my hand."
His words, combined with the expert touch of his fingers, send me spiraling over the edge. I come hard, my body convulsing, my inner muscles clenching around nothing. He swallows my cries, his kiss devouring, consuming.
When I finally come down, I'm breathing hard, my body slick with sweat. He pulls his hand away, bringing it to his mouth to suck my essence off his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight is so erotic, so primal.
He stands and strips off his clothes. The sight of him, all hard muscle, makes my mouth go dry. He's perfect, dangerous, and completely focused on me with an intensity that's almost frightening.
"Are you sure?" he asks, positioned above me, his control visibly fraying. "Last chance to change your mind. Because once I make you mine, there's no going back."
"I don't want to go back," I breathe. "I want you. All of you."
