39. Madison
MADISON
T he door clicks open, and I glance up from my vanity just in time to see Hayden walk in our bedroom. His hoodie is dark with rain, but when he yanks it off over his head, my breath catches. He looks absolutely lethal, and I think that has less to do with what he did to Scott and more to do with what he’s about to do to me.
“Fucker is gone,” Hayden says. I took the time I had without Hayden to shower, and surprisingly I’m not as shaken up as I should be. I just feel relief that it’s over, especially now that Hayden is back. He strides over, cups the back of my head, and kisses me hard. It’s not gentle, not sweet. It’s raw and hungry, like he’s trying to remind himself that I’m here. That I’m safe.
Then he’s gone, disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on hums through the room, but I stay seated at my vanity, staring at my reflection like I’m in a daze. I slip off the white fluffy robe, leaving me in just a light pink lacy bra and matching panties. The garter belt is probably too much. The straps trail down and fasten around my thighs. It was something I had pinned that Hayden found, but I never had any intention of wearing, but tonight it felt right. I’m still sore from everything that happened, but not sore enough to turn down a night of Hayden exploring every inch of my body.
My hand trembles slightly as I dip my brush into the soft champagne shadow on my palette, patting it onto my lids. I don’t need to put a full face of makeup on for what I know we’ll be doing. I’m just keeping myself busy, and Lilac sent me these to try. With everything going on lately, I haven’t taken the time. I don’t think I’ll ever quite grasp the art of the cat eye quite like her, but it’s still fun to try. I’m blending out the edges of my shadow when I feel him behind me.
His hand curls around my neck and I missed the warmth of his palm. My gaze snaps to the mirror of my pink vanity, and my lips part at the sight of him.
The towel slung low around his hips does nothing to hide the hard lines of his body. The sharp cut of his abs, the deep V leading down beneath the towel are a sight I never want to forget. His damp hair drips water onto his skin, and I want to turn around and lick each droplet off of him, but his grip is tight. Just like I like it.
“Do you know how much I love you, princess?” he asks, his voice raspy, his eyes locking with mine in the mirror. He’s noticed the outfit, and I can tell he’s pleased.
I nod, my throat tight, my gaze glued to him.
“That’s my good girl.” His grip tightens ever so slightly, making me shiver as his fingers stroke the sensitive skin of my neck. “I’m about to fuck you so hard, you might forget for a minute. But don’t worry, baby. I’ll spend the rest of the night reminding you.”
Heat pools low in my belly, and I swallow hard, my hands trembling as he pulls me to my feet.
“Take it off,” he demands, his voice a growl as he tugs the hook on my bra and it comes undone instantly.
The second the fabric slips off my shoulders, his eyes darken, his jaw tightening as he drags his gaze over me in the mirror.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his hand still firm around me. “I don’t want to let go of your pretty little neck.” His voice drops lower, dripping with hunger. “Pinch your nipples for me, baby.”
I don’t even hesitate. My hands come up, my fingers finding the hard peaks of my breasts. The moment I touch them, I let out a soft gasp, watching his expression darken further in the mirror.
“Panties off,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. I know when Hayden needs to be inside of me, and now is one of those times. “I’m going to make you come all over my cock, princess.”
I hook my thumbs into the sides and push them down, stepping out of them quickly. The second they hit the floor, Hayden takes over, his hand tightening slightly on my neck as he pushes me forward.
My elbows hit the vanity, and the cold surface is a shock against my skin.
“Look at yourself,” Hayden murmurs, his other hand sliding down my spine before gripping my hip. “Look at how gorgeous your body is.”
My gaze locks on his in the mirror, my chest rising and falling as I wait, breathless and trembling. His hand around my neck moves to my hair. It’s mostly down with a few pieces tied back with his favorite pink satin bow. He grips so tight that I moan, tilting my head back. Then, true to his word, he thrusts into me, all at once, filling me completely.
I cry out, my hands bracing against the vanity, my eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming sensation. He nudges my leg up so my knee rests against the top of the vanity, giving him better access to thrust harder and faster inside of me.
“Keep them open,” he commands. “I want you to watch me fuck you.” My eyes fly open at his words, and he’s staring right back at me through the mirror, never breaking contact.
His hips move at an unrelenting speed, and the sound of his skin on mine fills the room. Every thrust is deep, his cock throbbing inside me, hitting that spot he found that makes my legs shake. I feel my eyes start to close again in pure pleasure only Hayden can provide me.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He groans, his hand gripping my hair tighter and pulling my head back so I’m forced to meet his gaze again. “So fucking tight. You’re mine, baby. All mine.”
His words and the way he fits inside me sends me over the edge. My body clenches around him as I cry out, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.
He doesn’t stop. His hips keep slamming against me, his movements desperate like he can’t get deep enough. That’s the problem with the two of us. We can never get enough of each other.
Hayden groans, his head tipping back as he fills me, and I feel every spurt of cum he shoots inside of me. Once his breathing regulates, he pulls out of me only long enough to turn me to face him. Words of praise wash over me as he kisses my temple gently, and I feel fully sated and boneless in his arms. He scoops me up, his cock buried deep inside me once again and carries me to the bed.
I’m barely aware of the softness of the mattress as he lays me down, his body covering mine completely. His hands slide into my hair, soothing the places where he’d pulled, his touch so gentle now.
“Rest, princess,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. “I’m not nearly done with you.”
His lips trail down my jaw, my neck, and finally he arches above me to be able to dip his face between my breasts, where he presses a kiss right over my heart.
A soft moan escapes me, sleepy and weak. I know he likes the sounds I make for him because that one just made his cock twitch inside me.
He moves my leg, opening me up wider, and a soft whimper escapes my lips. My eyes flutter shut, and I let myself drift, because my body is completely his tonight.
“I could spend the rest of my life just like this,” he groans, his voice muffled against my skin. “I’ve always been selfish when it comes to you, princess. I won’t share a second of your time or attention with another soul.”
Another kiss follows, this time to my neck. His hand trails down my outer thighs as he hooks my leg over his ass, pulling me even closer, like I wasn’t already completely his. He turns us on our sides, and the comforter drapes over us with a tug. That’s when I realize he’s going to sleep fully inside me, and I love that so much.
He settles back down and his arm slides up my back until he’s cradling the back of my neck like I’m made of glass. His other hand cups my breast, and it feels like such a Hayden thing to do that I relax deeper into his chest.
“I love you, princess,” he murmurs. “I love you so much.” His hand moves from my breast, finding my hand that’s tucked against his chest. His fingers lace through mine like they have many times before. His thumb brushes over my knuckles in slow, lazy strokes.
He finds my ring finger, his touch lingering there, rubbing over it with more care.
“I can’t wait to make it official, princess,” he whispers, and the way he says it lets me know that he already has something planned.
I try to open my eyes, but they’re too heavy, and Hayden’s steady breathing lulls me further to sleep.