She gasps, her nails digging into my back, and I stop, searching her face. My chest tightens. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay. More,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”
I sink the rest of the way in, bottoming out with a groan. She lets out a loud gasp, clinging to me. She’s so tight, even after coming twice. This is both heaven and torture at the same time.
I drop my forehead to hers, giving her time to adjust to my size. She’s a virgin. Both of us are.
“Buttercup.”
“I love the sensation of how full I feel. It’s like you’re everywhere.” If only she knew. “You can move,” she encourages. I’ve been fighting staying still, barely hanging on. Madeline is the only person that can test my control.
I start moving, slow thrusts at first, but she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper, meeting me stroke for stroke. I lose my rhythm, lose my mind, and start fucking her harder, faster, chasing the feeling building at the base of my spine.
She’s moaning beneath me again, loud and unrestrained, and I kiss her to swallow the sound, our teeth knocking together, tongues tangling. She feels too good, too perfect, and I’m not going to last.
“Come with me,” I grit out, reaching between us to find her clit. “One more time, Buttercup. Give me one more.” My voice comes out strangled.
She gives me what I ask for, her whole body going tight, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I see stars. I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep and spilling inside her, groaning her name into her shoulder.
I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her, my face buried in her neck. We’re both breathing hard, sweat-slicked and tangled together, and I don’t want to move. Ever.
She runs her fingers through my hair, gentle now, and I feel her lips brush my temple. “That was?—”
“Yeah,” I say because I don’t have words either.
Slowly I pull out, my cock slipping free from her snug pussy that’s still trying to strangle it.
I roll, taking her with me so she’s sprawled across my chest. I grab the blanket from the other bed and drape it over us, and she settles in, her head on my shoulder, her hair everywhere. She places her hand over my heart. I’m sure she can feel how hard it’s still pounding.
I kiss her forehead, her nose, and her mouth, soft and slow. “You’re staying,” I say. It’s not a question this time.
“Yeah,” she whispers, eyes already drifting closed. “I’m staying.”
I hold her tighter, feeling her breathing even out, and stare at the ceiling, my heart still pounding. She thinks I mean she’s staying for the night. I meant forever, and she already agreed.
She’s here. She’s mine. And I’m never letting go.
Chapter Thirty-One
MADELINE
Ismile without even opening my eyes yet, remembering last night. Luke is nuzzled into my neck and wrapped around me like a giant teddy bear. I suppose he is, to me at least. He growls a lot but is extra cuddly.
I let out a huff when I hear my phone buzzing. It’s not the alarm I set but a text making it vibrate slightly on the nightstand.
I reach for it, my body protesting, muscles I didn’t know I had aching in the best way. I’m tangled in sheets smelling like Luke.
Luke’s hold on me tightens before I can reach it. “Ignore it,” he growls in my neck. He’s so warm and relaxed I want to stay here. I want to forget the world outside this room. My responsibilities.
But my phone buzzes again.
“I have to. It could be my sister or Georgia. I also need to use the bathroom.”
“Fine,” he huffs. I untangle myself from him, grab my phone, and stand. I wince slightly as the sheet falls away.
I catch sight of myself in the mirror across the room, hair wild, neck marked with faint bruises, and lips still swollen. Shit.It’s clear what I was up to last night, but damn, I have to say I kind of love it. My body was well used and loved.
I head into the bathroom and unlock my phone to read the messages from Georgia.
