Chapter Twenty-Four
Madison’s heart felt as if it would burst from her chest. Simon had just taken her in ways she’d never imagined herself capable of doing. At one point, he’d held her suspended from the floor, her ankles over his shoulders, and her back resting on one of his arms while he’d penetrated her again and again.
He stirred behind her. “Madison?”
Though she couldn’t see his face, she could hear the hesitancy in his voice, knew that he had regrets.
It didn’t matter; not in that moment. Madison would deal with her plight later. For now, she had an insatiable need and Simon was the only one who could fulfill it.
The heated sensation she’d experienced on the bed built again, followed by a tingling in her lower extremities.
She could feel the pulsing in her abdomen becoming almost painful in its intensity.
Still physically connected to Simon, Madison closed her eyes and rolled her hips. “Don’t talk. Not yet.”
His arm came around her chest to tug her back against him. He tightened his hold on her and drove upward, seating himself deep inside her body. His lips brushed her ear. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes!” Madison could only hold onto to his muscular arm while he pumped into her, his free hand slipping around her waist. It coasted lower until his palm cupped her smooth mound.
He spread her thighs wider with his knees, opening her for his probing fingers.
The feel of him stroking her most sensitive flesh while he thrust into her depths again and again sent Madison hurdling back toward another mind-blowing release.
She felt fevered, anxious, and more turned on than she’d ever imagined possible.
Madison’s body convulsed with the orgasm exploding through her. She had no voice, no direction, and no control over her muscles. Simon alone orchestrated the outcome of her climax and she only prayed he didn’t stop.
“Fuck!” Simon barked, increasing the speed of his driving hips.
Madison’s scream was muffled by Simon’s large palm clamping over her mouth. But he didn’t stop, nor did he slow. He continued his upward thrusts until she nearly blacked out from pleasure overload.
Her back was suddenly on the carpet with her legs draped over Simon’s wide shoulders. “I’ve been wanting to do this for years.” He dipped his head and closed his mouth over her incredibly throbbing center.
“Oh, God…” Madison moaned, unsure if she could bear much more. Her body was on pleasure overload, spiraling out of her control with every moment she remained in Simon’s arms.
He swiped his tongue upward, circled her swollen bundle of nerves, and Madison surrendered to the insanity once again.
Her hips jerked with every pass of his masterful tongue. His lips nipped and sucked, taking her higher only to back off before she peaked.
“Simon, please,” Madison rasped, pleading with him to give her the relief she so desperately sought.
He was suddenly in her mind, coaxing her with his deep, sensual voice. At any other time, Madison would have blushed with the darkly descriptive words spilling through her psyche—not tonight. They only fueled her desire, her need to come.
Simon inched a finger inside her and then another. “You taste so fucking good. Come for me, Madison.”
Madison’s entire upper body bowed off the floor with the power of the orgasm that exploded from within. Her mouth opened on a silent cry that never came. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, so overwhelming was her release.
Long moments ticked by with Simon gently licking the insides of Madison’s thighs. It felt as if he attempted to sooth her in some way and, strange as that seemed, Madison found that she liked it.
His fangs penetrated her mere inches from the crease of her left leg. A moan vibrated from his chest that could be felt more than heard.
Madison stared up at the ceiling, marveling at everything that had happened between Simon and her; things that would have disgusted her only a week before. Or would it?
As much as Madison had always tried to convince herself that she despised Simon Le Blanc, deep down, she knew it to be a lie. She’d felt a certain attraction to the vampire, and that had scared her more than she cared to admit. And now, I’m a vampire.
His fangs retracted from her flesh. He sat up between her open knees and stared down into her face. “Don’t overthink things. It’ll only drive you crazy.”
Madison had the sudden urge to close her legs. “I’m already there.” She moved to get up, thankful that he didn’t try to stop her.
“There are worse things than being a vampire, Madison.” He got to his feet and took her by the hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She tried to pull away, but he only held on tighter. “Just give me tonight to take care of you. You’ll have centuries to think up ways to destroy me, so do not fret.”
Madison’s stomach dropped. He’d said ‘centuries’ like it was an everyday occurrence, instead of hundreds of years.
The reality of her situation literally took her breath. She found it hard to think, let alone put one foot in front of the other.
Simon tugged her closer, dipped, and scooped her up into his arms.
He carried her into the bathroom where he turned on the water to the tub, waited for it to fill and then poured some bubbles into its steamy depths.
“This will make you feel better.” With Madison still in his arms, he stepped over the side of the tub and took a seat.
Madison allowed him to turn her around with her back to his chest. He pulled her against him until her head rested beneath his chin.
“Talk to me.” Plucking up a bar of soap from the side of the tub, Simon began to coast it down Madison’s arm, across her chest, and over her breasts.
Madison stared ahead in a kind of daze, unable to muster up the energy for conversation. Her life had been forever altered, and she wasn’t sure how to process it all. “I have nothing to say.”
“Sure you do. You’re Madison Wilson, the Mouth of the South. Speaking of, why the hell would your parents name you Madison, knowing full well it wouldn’t fit with Wilson?”
Her lips twitched. A tiny spark of humor surfaced for the first time since Svetlana’s unwelcomed arrival In Atlanta. “It really doesn’t go well with Wilson. I was teased about it continuously all through school.”
“I should say so. It’s positively horrid.”
The corner of her mouth lifted. She found herself relaxing somewhat; surprised to realize she kind of enjoyed Simon’s humor.
He dragged the soap along her ribs and down to her abdomen. Her stomach tightened as he slipped it ever lower.
“I’ll tell you something else that jerks my chain,” he continued, guiding the soap through her freshly loved center. “The way the kids nowadays wear their pants hanging off their asses. Back when I was coming up, if my pants slipped below the crack of my ass, it was because the rope tied around my waist had loosened.”
Madison grinned. “You didn’t have a belt?”
“No one did. Belts hadn’t been invented yet.”
It suddenly sank in just how old Simon truly was. He’d lived through centuries of change, watched everyone he’d ever cared about pass on while he continued to live and never age. “Does it ever get old?”
“The belts?”
A laugh bubbled up. “No, dummy, living forever.”
His roaming hand stilled for a moment before picking up where it left off. “I never wanted this for myself.”
Neither had she, Madison thought. “You said that you didn’t want to die, but is a fear of death the reason why you never walked out into the sun?”
“No,” he rumbled, resting his chin on top of her head. “Death doesn’t scare me. It’s what comes after that gives me pause.”
Madison considered his words. “You believe in hell?”
“Don’t you?” he shot back.
“I suppose so,” she managed to answer, her treacherous body once again coming alive with his ever-moving hand.
He dropped the soap, gently inserted two fingers inside her, and pressed his thumb against her swollen nub of flesh. “Do you like that, Madison?”
God, did she…