Page 44 of Prognosis Incompatible

She bit down on her lip to stop the scream as his full length pulsed inside her. ‘More,’ she moaned, and almost cried out as he withdrew and plunged back in again, harder, faster this time.

She whimpered revelling in the way his body trembled against hers. ‘More,’ she said, louder this time.

Marcus had never been this turned on in his life. Maddy’s nipple was a hard peak in his mouth, scrapping erotically against his tongue, and her hot moist depths milked him as he plunged to the hilt.

‘Faster,’ she groaned.

His mouth left her nipple and plundered her soft mouth, silencing her demands. They were making him build too quickly and he wanted to stay here for ever.

‘Marcus.’ She tore her mouth from his. ‘Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!’

‘No chance, Maddy.’ He laughed, burying his face in her neck and licking his way back down to her still hard nipple.

Madeline was on fire. His first plunge had lit the fuse and with each thrust the flame moved slowly towards flash point. He was on her and around her and in her and she could feel him and see him and smell him and she wanted him to pound inside her forever, hold her like this forever.

But she could feel the first twinge of her orgasm and knew it was going to end soon. She needed it, desperately, but fought the pull, reluctant to end their union.

She groaned out loud and Marcus rained kisses on her face. Another groan was ripped from her and she gave herself up to the sensations, not caring that she would most likely be dragged under and drown in the undertow. She’d go happily.

‘Oh, God,’ she panted. ‘There. Right there. Don’t stop.’

Marcus picked up the tempo, thrusting harder, faster as his own orgasm rushed up from deep in his loins. He groaned her name, too, as he felt her contracting around him, giving him the extra stimulus, sucking him under as well.

They cried out together as their bodies shook with the intensity and they rode it until the pleasure became so all-consuming it was almost painful and neither could go on any longer.

Madeline’s breath was ragged as the remnants of pleasure undulated deep inside her, stroking him, still hard inside her. She revelled in his weight and the unevenness of his breathing and knew he was as incapable as her of movement.

As she lay in the aftermath, his weight pressing her into the bed, Madeline knew that she’d never previously experienced what she’d just experienced.

Never in a decade with Simon. Never. Ever. And it wasn’t just the sex. Somewhere, while she had been drowning in the undertow, she’d made a much more intimate connection.

The ice that had encased her heart was gone. Melted like a snowball in sunshine by the heat and intensity of Marcus’s passion. In a few days and one cataclysmic night he had thawed what she hadn’t thought could ever be thawed. Her heart pulsed in the warm cavity of her chest again and she had him to thank for it.

Rebound sex.

Oh yes!

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