Chapter Thirty-Three #3
Emotion crowded into his eyes as they drifted briefly to her scar, then back to her face. “You saved up all your vows for a night where I’m barely holding it together.”
Her nature caused her to push even more. “Did I mention I’m in love with you?”
Madden buried his mouth against her flesh with a moan, his tongue finding her clit, oh god, oh god, finally, but the firm,
wet drag of his tongue was nothing like she expected. It was better. So much better. Because she could feel him communicating
to her without words, could feel his need to impress upon her how much he cherished her love, her body, her taste. And she
welcomed the fingers moving inside her with ownership, because she was safe in this man’s care. Eve trusted him with her body
and her soul. She handed over both at the same time—and he took. Greedily. Filthily. Using his tongue on that source of pleasure,
batting it with the tip of his tongue, before sinking in and lapping her roughly.
“Madden,” she gasped, her knees starting to tremble.
He grunted in response, as if to confirm he already knew. Already knew she was on the verge of an orgasm and he wanted to
experience all of it as closely as possible, his catcher’s hands scooping under her bottom and lifting her for his hungry
mouth, giving her nowhere to go but up into the clouds.
“God, oh my god,” she screamed through her teeth, her intimate muscles quickening and releasing, followed by rhythmic spasms that forced
her to stop breathing, because she couldn’t physically accomplish both things at once and one was so much better than the
other. Orgasms over breathing any day. “I’m . . . I can’t breathe. I can’t . . .”
“Breathe, love,” Madden was saying into her neck, his teeth raking upward from her shoulder to the skin beneath her ear. “Catch your breath so I can fuck you.” His forehead rolled across hers, leaving sweat behind. “I really need to fuck you.”
“Fuck me,” she whispered, kissing his jaw, his mouth. “I’m ready.”
Madden’s hand moved out of sight, the sound of his belt buckle distant in the pounding of music on the other side of the wall.
And then with his mouth on top of hers, he entered her in a swift thrust, pinning her to the edge of the couch, her thighs
wide open to accept him, along with her heart. “Damn,” he bit off, his eyelids at half-mast. “I’m never going to get used
to how perfect you feel around my cock, Eve. And those thighs are always so restless. Antsy. Excited for me to ride what’s
between them. Is that right?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, arching her back to show off her breasts, wanting him to look. Wanting to show him everything, every
part of her body. Look. Look at what’s yours.
“Gentle,” he said, his teeth clamping lightly to her jaw, a mere angling of his hips causing her to sob his name. “You said
you’re ready for gentle with me.”
“It doesn’t have to be now,” she gasp-laughed. “Maybe tomorrow.”
One corner of his mouth ticked up. “Ah, but you told me you love me tonight,” he said, beginning a slow pump inside her. Slow.
Slow. Slow. “A man ought to make love to his wife on an occasion like this one.” He wrapped his arms around her in a protective
embrace and looked her in the eye while he rolled his hips. “Even if we are on the couch in the back of a club with hundreds
of people wondering what we’re doing in here.”
“That’s kind of our style, right?”
“Aye, it is. Proud of it.” He bent her backward on the couch, her body partially on the cushions, her shoulders curved against the backrest while their mouths met and took hungrily, his hips keeping up their slow, measured assault, her legs shamelessly wide for her husband, wanting to feel every inch of that hot pressure he pushed inside her, every grind of his testicles against her backside when he couldn’t go any farther, his growl catching against her lips.
That shudder that dashed through his muscles.
“You were so fucking sexy out there,” he rasped, watching her breasts jiggle between them. “In your little see-through bra.”
Oh. Okay.
This man had her number.
He knew what made her hot.
It was possible this man knew every single thing about her. And instead of that truth making her panic, it made her feel like
the best judge of character on the planet. She’d found a man who celebrated her flaws and needs and strengths in equal measure.
“Was it see-through?” she teased, breathless. “I didn’t notice.”
“You noticed.” Madden’s lower body started to move faster. “Everyone noticed, believe me.” He laughed a little darkly when
her sex squeezed involuntarily. “It’s okay, love. You can’t help having tits so hot they deserve an audience.”
Eve felt the cells in her blood expand and rush, thrilling to the words targeting her libido so accurately, she almost bit
him. Or she would have if he wasn’t turning her over face down on the couch, her knees on the cold floor, her butt curved
over the edge of the leather furniture, wearing nothing but her heels and open-mouthed shock.
Or excitement.
Both.
But her shocked excitement turned to awe when Madden thrust inside her from behind, his sweaty chest pinning her down, his mouth shoving up against her ear. “I’ll learn to live with showing you off once in a while. We both know this cunt belongs to your husband.”
Truer words were never spoken. She would never let anyone but Madden see her in the state he kept her in for the next five
minutes, whining into a couch cushion, her nails leaving indents on the leather, unintelligible praise coming out of her mouth
while he took her aggressively from the back, urged on by her begging, that thick part of him slapping deep into her body
and expanding her with pressure, her middle and ring fingers playing with her clit, his groans loud and continuous in her
ear, that part of him growing stiffer, larger, Eve lifting her butt higher in response and making him curse gutturally, biting
her neck. Sucking on it. Their bodies slick with perspiration, humping and straining while the band boomed in the other room.
“No more maybes between us,” he said in her ear. “That’s done. No matter what happens, we’re rock solid.”
“Rock solid,” she agreed, her climax beginning to swim around in her belly. Oh god, just a little more. A little more. And
her throat was tight from all the emotion packed into his voice, every roll of his body that made them one. “I promise.”
“Call me your husband.”
“You’re my husband.” She crested, the muscles of her sex bearing down so intensely she could only gasp for breath, wait out
the sweet agony. “For real.”
Heat rocketed out of Madden where he’d pushed to the deepest recesses of her body, his thick frame tensing to the point of
shaking atop her back, his breath blasting into her neck in the form of an exhale, followed by several rasping inhales, his
abs clenching and releasing against the lower back. “Oh fuck. Fuck. This is my wife. Fuck.”
His big body sagged on top of Eve’s, moisture gathered between their legs, messy and glorious and neither one of them cared to clean up yet as Madden turned Eve back over and cuddled her into his lap, laying kisses on her temple, hairline, and cheeks.
When she smiled up at him, unafraid, he looked almost shaken with relief.
The beginning stages of trusting that he didn’t have to chase her anymore.
She’d been irrevocably caught.
“What do we do now, Mad?” she asked in between shallow breaths.
“We go home and see what tomorrow brings. Face it together.” He stroked her hair back out of her face. “You’re with me?”
She looked him in the eye and made sure he knew she meant what she said. “One hundred percent.”