My whole body melted.
He held me through it, arms around my waist, chest pressed to my back, breath shaking into my shoulder. For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
His hands moved first, gentle strokes down my sides, grounding touches. Gently kissing the nape of my neck.
“Baby…” he whispered. “Come back to me.”
My fingers relaxed their grip on the couch. My breath softened.
“You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
I turned my head just enough to find his cheek. “I love you,”
His arms tightened painfully. “Madeline…”
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but the good kind. He lowered us both onto the couch, pulling me onto his chest without ever leaving me.
Dinner was forgotten at this point. I tucked myself against him, cheek pressed over his heart. His hand cradled the back of my head like I was something sacred.
“Oh, sweetie, you did so good for me. Mm. It was a lot and you took it.” he murmured, kissing down my neck. “I’ll carry you to bed in a minute. Still inside. And if you wake up hungry, baby…” His lips brushed my hair. “I’ll feed you the second your eyes open.”
His hands were already stroking my ribs, gentle, trying to keep me anchored. But I wasn’t anchored.
I pressed my cheek harder to his chest. “Vince…”
“Baby, you’re slipping. Slow down. Breathe.”
But I shook my head, desperate. “No— I want it. I want more.”
His arms tightened around me. “Madeline?—”
“Please.” It came out breathless, almost a sob. “I want more subspace. I need you to take me deeper.”
His breath hitched, the sound hot against my shoulder. Silence pulsed between us, one heartbeat too long. Then his hand slid to my jaw, turning my face gently so he could see my eyes. He swore under his breath.
“Sweetheart… tell me what you’re asking.”
My throat tightened.
“Fast,” I whispered. “Deep. Hard. I want to go.”
His grip faltered, just for a second. “Baby…”
He cupped the back of my head, kissed my temple like he was praying, then lifted me, still inside me, with one hand under my thighs and one braced on the couch.
“Hold on,” he murmured. “Daddy’s got you.”
My legs wrapped around him instinctively.
He carried me to the center of the room, set his foot wide on the floor, anchored me against his chest, and pressed my back into the wall.
I gasped at the shock of cool against my back.
His mouth brushed my cheek. “You asked. Now Daddy gives.”
He pulled almost all the way out—and slammed in.
Hard.
