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Her eyes are closed. Her legs spread wider, and she pushes herself against my fingers. With one hand, I work her over with deliberately slow moves, while I use my other hand to gradually remove my jeans and boxers. Maddie’s hips rise, and the movement inches my fingers just that much deeper into her pussy. She’s getting wetter now. And the wetter she gets, the thirstier I become. Unable to get the need to taste her out of my head, I grip her thighs and lower my head, replacing my fingers with my tongue.

A minute later, she’s writhing in my hold, exhaling sharply as I lick her pussy and tongue-fuck her until her legs end up on my shoulders.

She’s whispering my name, mingling it with a pleading string of desperate moans as I suck her clit harder and harder. I flick my tongue over it, faster each time. I can feel the tension rising. Her sweet core ignites, and her fingers dig into the sofa’s armrests as I bring her closer.

“Yes, right there, yes!” Madison cries out, suddenly stiffening. Her back arches as I penetrate her with my thumb while playing over her tender little nub. It takes a brief series of circular movements to break her down completely.

Her whole world disappears.

Her breath breaks altogether.

Her pussy tightens and ripples around my thumb, and her clit pulsates against my lips.

She’s coming apart at the seams, the flesh soft on her bones as she rides the waves of her orgasm. I won’t stop until I’ve squeezed the last drop from her. I won’t stop until her eyelids are heavy with sleep and her pussy deliciously sore.

She’s mine, now. Her glorious pussy is mine. Her elegant curves and toned ass. Her perky breasts and silky skin.

Maddison trembles in my mouth, but it’s a different kind of tremor.

This isn’t fear anymore.

It’s naked, spicy bliss.

Chapter 44

Madison

I’m up in the clouds, and I don’t want to come down, but the smoldering darkness in Rhue’s eyes is a quiet promise of something even better yet to come. I’m raw on the inside and boiling hot. My pussy is tender and screaming for more, my core tightening and my heart thudding manically.

I’m putty in his hands, and that’s okay.

For the first time, I feel like I’m someone’s treasure.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he gingerly wraps his arms around me. Without hesitation, I lock my legs around his waist, whimpering in his embrace.

“Yes!”

The word just rolls off my tongue. I have no control over myself, but I don’t want any of this to stop. The more I give to Rhue, the farther the wound of my past slips away. It no longer festers. It longs to be buried and maybe even forgotten. I doubt that will ever happen, but this moment is all I can focus on. This dismantling of my body and my being and my senses.

“How much do you want this, Maddie?”

I kiss him. Our mouths lock, hungry and thirsty and desperate. I throw my arms around his neck and surrender unto him.

The world shifts around me, as if I’m merely a die thrown across the table.

Lacking control, I let the fates decide where I will stop.

The light dims, and I faintly register the absence of the armchair I’ve been sinking in. Every inch of me demands release after that explosive first wave. I’ve got so much bottled up inside me, so many emotions and primal reactions, tendrils of a damaged soul yearning for healing and love and safety. Nights, restless nights spent curled up under my blanket. The knot in my throat whenever Rhue came to mind. There is so much that needs to come out.

This is only the beginning.

“I’ll go easy,” he murmurs in my ear. “You’re safe with me, Maddie.”

“I know,” I whisper.

Rhue sits me on the edge of his bed first and takes my dress off. It ends up in a puddle of satin on the floor. The bra soon joins it, black lace melting into the darkness as my breasts are suddenly in contact with the air.

My nipples perk up as Rhue kneels in front of me once more.