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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.

I work on the buttons of his shirt while he lowers his head and captures one nipple with his mouth.

The moist feel of his lips closing around the pink tip, the velvety brush of his tongue…

oh, God… I could come again and again just from that.

My hips move without me even realizing it.

I’m anxious. Awaiting more, and the delight is imminent.

Groaning as he works on my breasts, Rhue takes his time with each nipple.

Swirling electrical impulses travel through my limbs and down to my core.

The air thickens as I fumble with Rhue’s shirt.

I’ve barely gotten two buttons out of the way, and I don’t know how I’ll manage to do the rest before I fucking implode.

His lips break me down, piece by piece. His tongue tastes and explores.

I push myself into his mouth.

“Please…” My whisper is barely audible. “More.”

Rhue sighs deeply and lets his hands loose all over my body. He touches everything. Every inch of skin is his as he quietly measures me from head to toe. Coals burn in his black eyes, a flaming abyss that demands my very soul.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” he tells me. “I need you to be comfortable.”

I can’t help but fall for him all over again. His care, his genuine concern and innate gentleness; Rhue inspires a sense of safety. In this moment, I feel no anxiousness. Dread doesn’t circle me like a hungry tiger. I’m at the tips of his fingers, and he takes my breasts in his hands and squeezes.

“Rhue,” I say, my voice raspy and dripping with desire. “I need you to take me. Now.”

“Maddie…”

“Fuck me, please.”

He stares at me for a hot second, just as taken aback as I am by the words that left my mouth.

Next thing I know, I am on my back, giggling and then gasping for air as he fills me up to the brim. He’s big and as hard as a rock. Thick and searing through my pussy like a hot knife through a block of butter. I am melting and throbbing as he moves.

Slowly at first. “Dammit, Maddie, you feel like fucking heaven.”

“Rhue… oh…”

I’m wrapped around his cock as he goes in and out. In, then out. The rhythm is lazy, exploratory. He’s taking his time while I relax in his embrace. My clit feels like a pebble pressed against his groin. Rhue can tell that it’s doing something to me.

Smiling, he sneaks a hand between us, then pins me down while his fingers find my aching nub, flicking frenetically as he pushes harder and deeper.

His thrusts cut off my air supply.

My ghosts are gone. My nightmares. They’ve all been tucked away somewhere, and it’s just me and him lost between the sheets. Rhue claims me, fucks me, spears me with his full length.

I raise my hips to meet him. Deeper. So much deeper.

Our gazes are locked. Sweat drips and mingles from my skin to his and vice-versa. Our breaths intensify, gasps galloping as we head for the edge of the cliff. I can feel him. He’s close. My pussy is about to scream while my clit quivers under his wonderful demands.

Before I realize it’s coming, I explode.

My orgasm shuts everything down for a split second. I tighten around his cock and Rhue loses control. He pounds me hard, his brow furrowed as I freeze in a smile, unable to look away from his gorgeous face. The ripples follow, and I burst into tears.

“Maddie! Are you—”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” I cry out and ride the tidal wave.

Rhue fucks me with everything he’s got, and I throw my head back because he’s still rubbing my clit and squeezing me for the last drop. I shudder and writhe beneath him, but he won’t stop.

He won’t stop because he’s about to go over the edge and…

I feel him. I feel every inch of that glorious cock inside me pulsating as he spills his seed and a year’s worth of desire and unmaterialized thoughts and daydreams. This is beyond incredible. Time has stopped. The dimensions are all gone. It’s just the two of us, our bodies glued and intertwined.

Our limbs limp. Our muscles turned to jelly.

“Yes,” I say, almost laughing with delight.

“Maddie––”

“Yes, all of it, yes.”

He hides his face in my hair, his skin hot and wet.

He’s still pumping, and I’m still taking it.

I could take it until the end of time, and it wouldn’t be enough.

Rhue Echeveria is a fucking danger. He’s instantly addictive.

Insanely inebriating. He brings out the unseen side of me.

The beast I never had the chance to release before.

The dark side simmers just on the edge, faintly beneath the surface.

I’m not ready to explore that, but I love that I have this option, now. Rhue stays inside me for a long while. I don’t mind. Minutes pass in sweet silence as I think about what just happened. I can feel him hardening again. His appetite makes me imagine so many things that we could do by morning.

“I feel safe,” I tell him. “I feel safe with you.”

It sends a jolt through his cock. My body instantly reacts, a volcano ignited.

“Fuck, Maddie, this is going to be a long night,” Rhue tells me, pushing once.

“I look forward to it,” I reply, and he pushes again.

I probably won’t be able to sit right for a week, but we fit together like matching pieces.

He fills every hole perfectly. His hands are strong and shameless.

His mouth unyielding. His tongue a fucking menace!

Before midnight, I am crying out his name as he takes me from behind, gripping me by the hips and pounding harder…

And harder…

I don’t even realize when we become tired.

It just comes over us, like a silent sweetness.

Like we’ve had maybe too much wine, though we both left full glasses in the living room.

I melt in his arms, sizzling from… I’ve lost track of how many orgasms. This is just so good.

Too good. It can’t stop. I have to make sure it never stops.

Rhue falls asleep first, with one hand cupping my sore pussy. I can’t wait for sunrise. He will have more for me then. I will want more. I snuggle into his chest, enjoying the scent of him, the feel of him. So consumed am I by Rhue that I don’t even hear the faint footsteps near the bed.

By the time I react, it’s too late.

A prick in my neck.

Fire spreading through my veins. My eyes roll in my head. Rhue…

He doesn’t know. He’s fast asleep. Dreaming.

Blackness quickly follows.

Silence.

A sense of doom.