“What are you doing to me?” I moaned, my body moving of its own volition.
“Making you mine.”
If that was his intention, he’d officially succeeded.
No one else would ever make me feel the way he did. I was already convinced, and I’d barely taken the tip of him.
Ambrose took me deeper, and the pleasure that hit me was a whole new level of intense. A scream tore through my lungs, my back arching and my heels grinding into his ass as I pulled him in deeper.
Harder.
I needed everything.
He grabbed my thighs and pumped into me slowly, snarling his pleasure as he came with me.
The look in his eyes as my climax faded told me he wasn’t done with me.
Not even close.
“There’s no way you’re real,” I said, my chest rising and falling quickly.
His lips stretched in a wicked smile.
“Want more proof?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t even try to convince myself to lie to him at the moment.
His wicked smile became a teasing grin, and he pulled out far enough to make me suck in a breath when his piercing dragged over my g-spot. The expression he wore reminded me so much of the teenage version of him, but it was different, too.
Better.
So much better.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Madi.” He drove into me slowly, making me gasp. “And so fuckingmine.”
“I don’t think that’s—grammatically correct,” I had to pause when I took a sharp breath in at the sudden, intense sensations.
“Fuck grammar.”
“You really love to—fuck things.” I stumbled over my words, with another breath in interrupting them. I definitely missed one. Or two.
Oh well.
“The only thing I everwantedto fuck was you.” His growl caught me off guard, but when I met his gaze, the look in his eyes was one of pure, undiluted honesty.
I cried out as he took me back to the edge.
And when we came together, I grabbed his shoulders, burying my fingers in his skin as he made me scream in pleasure again.
I had no idea what he was doing to me… but I never wanted it to end.
nine
MADISON
We endedup on the couch eventually. We were both sticky with sweat and pleasure, but the blankets I’d put down to cover the cushions were still there, so we just plopped down on top of them.
Bo pulled me onto his lap before he turned on one of the spy movies I liked. His face was buried in my hair, and I was pretty sure he hadn’t seen a single moment of the movie.
