Page 47 of All Hallows Trick

His eyes filled with fire. “Yes. That. Always call me that.”

“Love?”

He groaned, his other hand leaving my cheek so he could grab my ass in both hands, rolling my hips against his. “I’m not Madness when I’m with you. I’m Love.”

I remembered the day we met, how he introduced himself, and thought of the way he’d earned the name of Madness. There was no space for that dark past here with us, no space for those memories. I pulled his lips back to mine, kissing him as my hand wandered down his body, travelling over lithe muscle that jumped under my hand, moans pouring from him into me.

When my exploration ended at the swollen thickness of his cock, Madde tore his lips from mine to gasp, “I’ve never felt this alive. Not ever. Pretty ironic, since I’m—”

I stroked my hand up and down his cock through his dark jeans, and his words ended in a whine that made me feel both powerful and so needy I couldn’t take it.

“Dead,” he finished in a pant, the look on his face equally dazed and dark with need.

“Love?” I breathed.

“Yes?”

The wonder-filled expression that lit his face gave me the confidence to say, “I need you inside me. Now.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “I’m not taking my lioness without foreplay.”

“Yes, you are.”

He tilted his head, the way he fixated on me making the butterflies inmystomach go wild. “You need me that badly?”

“Yes.”

A soft sound filled his chest, not quite a growl but absolutely full of possession. “Will you die without me?”

“Yes,” I breathed, popping the button of his jeans to slip my hand inside. No underwear. God. He’d been walking around with no damn underwear, only denim between us, since we got back from Death’s castle?

“Oh fuck,” he grunted when I wrapped my hand around him, his cock warm and hard in my palm. My clit was so hard that the involuntary jerk of my hips almost made me come. “Reach into my darkness, Cat, I can almost feel—holy kittens and rainbows.” He groaned when I wrapped my soul in the familiar darkness, relishing in its warm velvet comfort. “That islethal.”

“What can you feel?” I gasped, tracing my thumb over his tip, waiting for the moment when his composure broke. I could feel it in him—the storm, the fire burning in the dark, the deep well of his hunger.

“You need me,” he moaned. “That’s what I feel. Youachefor me. You’re dripping just at the thought of feeling me slide inside, all the way until there’s not a single inch of me that isn’t buried inside you, filling you up and up and up until you’re stuffed so full you’ll never forget the feeling of me.”

Oh, god. My eyelids were already drooping, heat crawling across my chest, my nipples hard and sensitive. “Madde, love, I swear if you don’t fucking—”

He cut me off with a kiss, determined hands shoving denim down his tanned legs.1 Fumbling with the waistband of my leggings, he set me down only long enough to pull them off. I was so used to my men using shadows to vanish my clothes that there was something unbearably sexy about Madde using his hands to undress me.

“This,” he said in a rough voice, pulling me back against him, his hands stroking over the orange fleece of my hoodie, “is staying on. Though I’m afraid I’ll be forever turned on by ducks from this day forward.”

I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist, a shudder working through my inner muscles when his cock brushed my bare pussy. “Don’t worry,” I said more breathlessly than I intended, “weird shit fits your brand.”

I tasted his smile in a slow, deep kiss, the determined stroke of his tongue making me drip all over his cock. I was going to die if he drew this out any longer.

“Do I need to beg to get you inside me?” I asked, a little blown away by the awed expression on his sculpted face, the unfathomable softness in his eyes.

“Never ever,” he replied breathily, his hands sliding to my hips and holding me so firmly that my heart skipped. There was no warning, no shift in his expression; the love and awe didn’t waver in the moment before he slid his cock through my slickness and thrust into me. I was so wet that he sank deep enough to make me gasp, my hand finding the back of his neck, fingernails biting skin.

“Madde,” I said, the slow slide of him inside me enough to make me groan, pleasure building so fast I couldn’t control it.

“I know,” he panted, his voice a little raspy as he covered my face in obsessive kisses, over and over, across every inch of my skin. “It’s too good, far too good. But I can make it better.”

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip at the sensual glide of his cock, reaching deeper, deeper with every stroke. And goddamn, the way he rolled his hips… I couldn’t fucking bear it. It was too soon but too good to fight, the tension between us getting me worked up.

His darkness stroked my soul in a long, possessive touch, his husky voice filling my mind.Come all over my cock, lioness, I can take it. Come, and keep coming, and let me give you more and more pleasure. It will never end, I can promise that.

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