Chapter Fourteen
Madison awoke to near freezing temperatures. She shivered beneath her blanket and glanced toward the fireplace to find nothing but ash.
Bringing her wrist up to her face, she squinted at her watch, shocked to see that it was one o’clock in the afternoon. She’d slept for hours.
Her teeth began to chatter. She huddled deeper into the blanket, knowing she needed to start another fire, yet dreading to get up.
Taking a fortified breath, Madison tossed back the cover and threw her feet over the side of the sofa. They promptly landed on Simon. “What the hell?”
Simon’s pale, shirtless figure lay on the floor next to the couch, perfectly still and looking like a Greek god.
Even in his death-like state, he was easy on the eyes, Madison noticed, unable to peel her gaze from his chiseled face.
She slowly reached down and gently ran her thumb over his lower lip. It was softer than it appeared.
Her gaze traveled down his wide chest to linger on his muscular abs. He had a thin trail of hair that ran from his navel to disappear beneath the waistband of his sweat pants.
What am I doing? She snatched her hand back and got to her feet, stepping over Simon’s large form on her way to the fireplace.
After adding enough wood to last for a few hours, Madison built a nice, toasty fire.
She dropped her weight into the closest chair, snatched her socks from the hearth, and pulled them on. Within minutes, her shivering stopped.
Heat began to drift into the room, warming her bones and relaxing her body. Her stomach picked that moment to growl.
She left her toasty seat in front of the fire and made her way into the kitchen. There, she found milk and a box of cereal that Simon had obviously bought on his trip into town. It would seem he’d thought of everything.
Madison ate like a woman starved. She finished off her cereal, washed her bowl, and trailed off to the bathroom.
Peeling out of her sweat suit, she turned on the water and stepped into the shower.
The warmth of the spray on the back of her head coaxed a moan from her. She stood beneath the heated water, enjoying the feel of it sluicing down her body. She shampooed her hair before reaching for the soap.
An image of Simon, lying shirtless on the floor, flashed through her mind. She swallowed hard and soaped up her arms, her head suddenly bombarded with memories of their kiss.
She unconsciously dragged the soap down her stomach, over her mound to the juncture of her thighs. Another moan left her lips with the feel of the slick soap against her most sensitive place.
She dropped her head back, the soap slipping free of her hold. Her fingers coasted lower, slick from the lavender-scented bubbles.
Madison moaned with the touch of her fingertips over her sensitive flesh. Her nipples hardened and her body came alive with every calculated pass of her trembling fingers.
Simon’s mouth on hers, his fingers caressing her; every indecent thought she could dream up overtook her.
Her thighs parted without preamble. Madison couldn’t seem to stop herself from envisioning Simon’s hands on her body.
She saw him there, touching her, coaxing her into a frenzy. And then he was on his knees in front of her, his tongue replacing his fingers.
The very room became too warm, and her legs began to shake uncontrollably. Still he tormented her.
“Come for me, Madison,” his deep voice demanded as his mouth closed over her, sucking her to completion.
Madison cried out, her voice guttural to her own ears. She came apart in that shower, unable to control the contractions from dominating her lower body.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever, leaving her weak and more than a little exhausted.
“Again,” his voice commanded; his hot, wet tongue gently circling her once more.
Madison wasn’t sure she could take another release such as the one she’d just had.
Simon tortured her with calculated strokes, holding her prisoner by some unseen force that threatened to buckle her knees.
And then his fingers were inside her, gently at first, ever moving, until they pumped into her with precision, brushing against a place she’d never known existed.
Another cry wrenched from her lips. Madison found it hard to breathe. Her breath punched in and out of her chest, drawing precious oxygen into her lungs.
She slumped back against the shower wall, riding out her release in a haze of desperation. She’d just orgasmed, not once but twice while fantasizing about the infuriating Simon Le Blanc.
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Simon lay in a sleep induced coma on the living room floor, unable to prevent himself from dominating Madison’s mind.
He’d felt the moment she touched herself in that shower. He wasn’t sure how he’d known her intensions, he only knew that he had.
His powers of persuasion had always been strong, even in his sleep. It’s how he was able to control Jeanie’s mind while he’d slept.
A pang of guilt assailed him with the memory of controlling Jeanie. He had needed her to kidnap Jacie. Not that he’d had any intension of harming the little girl. It had been her mother Lydia’s blood he’d needed to give him the power to destroy Svetlana.
Simon shook off his feelings of regret and concentrated on Madison. The soft sigh that escaped her hadn’t been lost on Simon, and he hadn’t the strength nor the will to stop himself from pressing into her mind.
The power of her orgasm had seeped into his very soul. He could feel her release as if it were his own. Simon had never connected with another being on a level such as this. Certainly not to the point he experienced their emotions. And Madison’s emotions were sparking through him like fire. God help me.