FOUR
Madelyn
We married in the small church where my parents, and my grandparents before them, were wed. It was important for me to follow that tradition—I couldn’t imagine getting married anywhere else.
Deep down, a piece of me broke as I made my way down the aisle to David. It felt like a betrayal to my past. To Jaxson. We always planned to get married there.
As I spoke my vows, my chest ached as I remembered everything I’ve lost. For a split second—a single moment—I thought I saw him at the back of the church, but as David and I were pronounced husband and wife, I looked back and he was nowhere to be found.
Oh, the dirty tricks my heart and head like to play.
I know now that I was a coward when I left Blackwood two years ago. I never faced Jaxson, the loss of our baby, or the sudden end of our relationship. I was selfish, scared, and weak. There was never any closure, for either of us.
I do have regrets. I owe him an explanation.
It’s something I should have done before the wedding, but it’s too late to worry about it now.
I’m officially married.
Madelyn Nova Williams. Well, as soon as the paperwork is done.
I’m a wife.
It almost doesn’t feel real.
Our ceremony was short and sweet. Afterward, we were driven to the historic Blackwood Bed & Breakfast for our outdoor barn reception in the carriage house pavilion. The event organizer and venue staff did an incredible job making sure everything was exactly how we wanted. A stunning mix of elegance and southern charm.
White tables and linens. Mason jar centerpieces with the same roses, lilies, and cherry blossoms as my bouquet. A million fairy lights. The entire space looked magical.
The night flew by so quickly, but it was everything I hoped it would be. Delicious food, all of my favorite songs, family, friends, and love. So much love.
It was the perfect beginning to the rest of my life.
We made the decision not to travel for our honeymoon, choosing instead, to spend a week right here at the Blackwood Bed & Breakfast. I’m looking forward to the next seven days of rest and relaxation.
No responsibilities. No worries. No stress.
Only me and my new husband.
After the usual wedding festivities, we say our goodbyes to everyone and head to our room, hand-in-hand. When we reach the door, David pulls me to him, scooping me up to carry me over the threshold. A small shriek of surprise escapes me and I laugh once I’m in his arms.
Neither of us has any interest in the room—our minds on something else entirely—so we don’t take the time to look around. There will be plenty of time for that later.
He lowers me to the floor, spinning me to face the king-sized bed. His fingers deftly undo the few buttons on the back of my dress before sliding the straps off my shoulders and down my arms. It drops to the floor, a puddle of organza and lace. I’m left standing mostly bare—only my heels and a white lace thong remain.
David steps up behind me, his thick erection pressing into the valley of my ass.
“Nothing more beautiful than that.” His voice thick with want.
Hands run down my sides to my hips, then slowly slide up my spine. Shivers course through my body.
“I’ve waited all night to get you out of that dress, wife .”
Looking back at him, I smirk. “And now you have.”
He growls, giving my ass a hard slap. “Bend over.”
I oblige, bending forward, resting my torso flat on the bed.
He drops to his knees behind me, kissing up the backs of my thighs before biting the cheek of my ass. I yelp.
I whimper as his hands move to my hips before slowly pulling my panties down my legs. I’m already drenched with desire. His fingers gently run the length of my pussy. Enough to tease, but not nearly enough to slake my need.
“Please, David.”
“Not yet,” is his only reply.
The tip of his finger circles my clit before gliding up through my slick arousal, stopping at my entrance.
“I’ll give you what you need, but first...tell me who this cunt belongs to.”
I’m momentarily stunned.
The sex between us has always been good, but I’m a bit surprised at the demand. Dirty talk and demands aren’t like David, but I’ve always gotten off on hot, dirty words from a gravelly voice, so I don’t protest. I give him the answer he obviously wants.
“Yours.”
“Mmm. Good girl. All mine. Every single inch of this body belongs to me now.”
I moan as he penetrates me with two fingers, sliding them in and out, fast and hard.
“More, please.” I practically beg him to give me what I need.
He removes his fingers, grabbing both cheeks in his hands to spread me wide before he leans forward, thrusting his tongue into me.
“Fuck!” I scream, body writhing as he devours me.
He’s never gone down on me from behind before. The sensations overwhelm me as he licks, sucks, and nibbles my pussy.
It doesn’t take long for my body to begin to tremble. My muscles tighten, my breath quickens…
“Oh God, right there!”
His tongue flattens on my clit with just the right pressure to make me see stars. My vision goes white as he sucks my clit into his mouth and hums, sending vibrations through me. I scream as my release washes over me like a tidal wave.
I’m still shaking and panting as he stands, unzipping his pants. I’ve barely heard the zipper when he thrusts into me without warning. His bruising grip on my hips holds me steady as he penetrates deep.
“Fuck, Madelyn!” He shouts, thrusting harder, penetrating deeper.
So fucking good.
My whimpers and moans are muffled by the blankets in my white-knuckled grip.
I jolt when he slaps my ass again. “Let me fucking hear you. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”
His hand runs the length of my spine until he grips the back of my neck, pinning me down. I turn my face to the side, allowing me to look up at him as he towers over me.
“That’s right, wife. Watch me while I fuck you.”
His eyes are glazed over and there’s a flicker of something that I’ve never seen before, but he blinks and it’s gone.
“Keep your eyes on me. Watch me fill this cunt. It belongs to me, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Y-y-yes!” The words come out on a stutter as he picks up his pace.
“Fucking right it does. No one gets to fuck this sweet, tight cunt but me.”
His movements become more erratic.
His possessive words continue between thrusts. “You...are...fucking...mine!”
He throws his head back, a loud, guttural moan escaping him as he releases inside of me.
Pulling me up to stand, he supports my weight by wrapping his arms around my trembling, sated body. He grasps my chin, turning my face to his and lowering his mouth to mine.
This kiss is so gentle, so sweet compared to the way he ravished me. The stark difference leaves me light-headed and a bit confused.
“I love you, Madelyn.” He whispers, looking into my eyes.
I give him a sweet smile. “I love you too, David.”
Our mouths meet again for a long, passionate kiss.
In the bathroom, I stand in front of the mirror to let my hair down. His eyes follow my every movement as he finally undresses before standing behind me. He eyes me with a curiosity that I don’t really understand. Turning, I glide my hands up his hard body, taking pleasure in the way his smooth skin feels under my palms.
We’re both silent as I continue to explore him. Moments later, he pulls away and heads for the shower. We take turns washing each other. Touching and teasing. As I wash my hair, I groan at the sight of his hand wrapped around his thick, hard cock. He strokes himself, silently watching me.
I rinse my hair and kneel at his feet. My tongue darts out, wetting my lips as I track the movements of his hand. My mouth chases his hand on the next downstroke, engulfing the head of his dick. He growls, moving his hand to my head, wrapping my hair tightly around his fist as I take him deeper into my mouth.
Spreading my knees, I slide my hand to my center, moving my fingers rapidly over my clit. Watching the way he touched himself got me so worked up, it won’t take long to make myself come. My eyes close as the pleasure washes over me.
I take him in as deep as I can, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, gagging me. Before I can pull back, he brings his other hand to my head, holding me still as he begins to fuck my throat.
My eyes shoot open. He revels in my shock, eyes gleaming as a husky laugh leaves his lips.
“You like me fucking that pretty little mouth.”
It’s not a question. His lips tip to a smirk when I moan in response.
He’s full of surprises tonight. I may be the one on my knees, but usually from this position I hold all the power. Not tonight. He’s an entirely different creature. Rough, demanding, possessive. It reminds me of...no. I stop my thoughts from going to him . I shouldn’t be thinking of him now. I shouldn’t be thinking of him at all. He has no place here.
I close my eyes again, pushing those thoughts away. Moving my fingers through my wetness, I slip one inside. I whimper around his length, so close to going over the edge.
“Don’t you dare come.”
My hand stills, a reflexive response to the demand in his tone.
I look up at him as he pulls his cock from my mouth.
“Your orgasms are mine. You come only when I want you to come.”
I swallow back the sassy words I want to speak and allow him to help me up from the shower floor. He turns off the water, drying me with a towel before instructing me to go wait for him on the bed.
I lie face up on the bed, my body burning with need as I wait. He comes to me moments later, his body moving to hover over mine. His mouth meets mine in a searing kiss before he flips me over to my stomach.
He drips warm oil on my back and begins to massage me, starting at my shoulders, working his way down. I moan quietly, his firm touch makes me tremble, amping up my need. When his hands leave me, I wait in anticipation for whatever he has planned. I gasp when warm oil drips on my ass.
His hands glide easily over my slick skin as he begins kneading my flesh. My body reacts instinctively to his touch. A shiver when he leans over me, kissing the tender spot behind my ear. Squirming when his finger traces the crease of my ass. A jolt when his fingertip circles the part of me that no one has ever had before.
His breath fans my ear with his raspy whisper, “I’m going to take you here, Madelyn.”
My body stills. I’m not sure I want this, but I make no move to stop him.
There’s slight pressure and discomfort as he slowly sinks his finger inside, but it quickly turns to pleasure. One finger becomes two and he twists them, stretching me, the discomfort turning to pleasure until he removes them. I whimper in protest, arching my hips off the bed.
He chuckles, squeezing both cheeks roughly. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
He drips more oil onto me and I can hear the movements of his hands as he lubricates himself. I tense when I feel his head against my back entrance.
“Relax. Let me in.”
I do as he says and relax my body, whining a bit as he begins to push inside. The feelings from his fingers were nothing compared to what I feel now. A slight burning pain joining the discomfort. It hurts, but in a really good way. His cock pushes past the tight ring of muscle, sinking deep, and I moan.
“Oh my Godddddd.”
David growls through clenched teeth. “Fuck, baby. Your ass is so goddamn tight .”
He pulls out, thrusting back in slowly. He leans forward, using the weight of his body on top of mine to pin me to the bed. Teeth sink into my shoulder as he starts fucking me harder.
His body leaves mine, his arm reaching underneath my hips to pull my ass up off the bed. He grips my hip tightly, sliding his other hand to my clit, fingers matching the pace of his strokes. The mixture of pleasure and pain is so intense, I’m almost sobbing. I never thought this would feel so incredible.
“That’s right, sweetheart, you’re gonna come for me. You’re gonna come with my cock deep in your ass, knowing that I own every inch of you now.”
His pace slows, but he fucks me harder, his hips slapping against my ass with the force of his thrusts.
“How does it feel knowing that I’ve had all of you tonight? Your cunt. Your mouth. Your ass. How does it feel knowing that no man will ever touch this body again?”
I can’t speak. Only whimpers, whines, and moans leave my lips. He lifts his hand from my pussy, bringing it back down with a quick smack. The sharp sting of pain makes my muscles clench around his cock.
A long groan leaves him and he slaps it again.
“Come for me.”
I scream as I fall over the edge of ecstasy. I lose my breath, my body shaking, tightening, and pulsing as I come.
“Fuuuuuuucccckkkkk!” He roars, moaning harshly as my ass clenches down on his cock again.
He sinks deep, spilling inside me before he pulls out and finishes on my ass. His hot, sticky release coats my flesh. Marking me as his.
We collapse to the bed, chests heaving as we try to catch our breaths. Lying there, tangled in each other, I start to drift off to sleep. David kisses me before standing up and pulling me with him. We shower again quickly before getting back in bed, both of us easily giving in to sleep.
Hours later, I wake from a dream with a deep feeling of unease. I reach over for David, but the bed is cold where his body should be. Wondering where he went, I sit up to look around the room and I gasp when I see him sitting in a chair in the corner. He’s covered in shadow, motionless as he watches me. There’s a hint of something wild in his eyes, something feral.
The intensity of his stare causes a shiver of dread to creep through me. I watch him, his eyes fixed on me as he tilts his head slightly, seemingly contemplating something.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, breaking the silence.
His head shakes, but he doesn’t utter a sound.
I don’t know what to make of his behavior, so I ignore my unease and pat the bed beside me.
“Come back to bed.”
He rises slowly from the chair, stalking across the room like a predator and climbs into bed. Hovering over me, he kisses me, biting my lower lip before pulling away and lying beside me. I snuggle close to him, his arms wrapping around me. I’m exhausted, so I close my eyes, slowly drifting back to sleep.
I almost don’t hear his whispered words.
“I’m never, ever letting you go.”