Page 89 of Mad Love

But Ryan held me firm and steady, his grip unyielding as he drove my body higher and higher, tension spiraling in my core until I couldn’t catch my breath.

His teeth nipped my throat. “Come for me again, Madison.”

“Can’t,” I managed between clenched teeth, barely able to think.

He laughed softly against my neck. “Yes, you can. Want me to prove it?” He rubbed my clit harder, thrusting deep and hitting a magical spot that was like a factory reset on my nervous system. Everything went white and I spasmed around him, a scream ripping from my throat as I lost all control. The only thing that mattered was Ryan.

Just him.

He jerked inside me with a rough cry, burying his face against my neck as he came.

It was like an out-of-body experience, and I lost track of time. One minute I was splintering into millions of pieces, and the next, I was cradled in Ryan’s lap on the couch.

I cuddled deeper against his chest, loving the safety and protection he offered.

His lips kissed the top of my head. “You okay?”

I nodded, sleepy and sated. I wasn’t entirely sure I could form sentences at this point.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling from his chest. “We should try and get some sleep.”

Again, I could only nod as I tried to climb off his lap. As soon as my feet touched the floor, my legs started to shake. I toppled back against him as he laughed.

I couldn’t even be mad. He’d promised he’d fuck me until I couldn’t walk, and he’d more than delivered.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, sweeping me into his arms and standing to carry me upstairs to the bedroom.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and settled against his chest, wanting this feeling to last forever but knowing it wouldn’t.

It couldn’t.

Not until we’d ended what Madelaine had started.

CHAPTER 32

MADDIE

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” I murmured in the darkness as Ryan cradled me to his chest after another epic lovemaking session. Seriously, his stamina was a thing gods would envy.

I’d spent all day in bed, with the exception of going to the bathroom. Ryan had ordered food for us and insisted I stay relaxed—and naked—while he went to grab it from the door. We’d eaten in bed, slept, and I’d woken up to his tongue stroking between my legs.

After he’d gotten me off three times with his tongue and fingers, I’d insisted I was too exhausted for more. So, he’d gotten creative with the clothes we’d packed and tied me to the headboard. He owned my body and used it over and over until I was nothing but a melted pile of goo.

But now, as darkness descended and my heartbeat started to steady, I finally voiced something that had been plaguing me for weeks.

Ryan’s fingers stilled in my hair. “What? Why would you ask that?”

I managed a one-shouldered shrug. “Just a thought. Don’t worry about it.”

He rolled me onto my back, caging me in with his massive arms as his hips settled between my legs. His eyes searched mine. “Talk to me.”

I sighed and tried to look away, embarrassed and wishing I’d kept my mouth shut.

He caught my chin in his hand and refused to let me shy away. “Madison. What the hell are you talking about?”

“When we… When we’re like this,” I began with a whisper, “why is it okay?”

His brow furrowed. He wasn’t getting what I was saying.

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