Page 59 of Madness

I groan, my mind clouded with desire and possibly some of the sedative. Struggling to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

“You.” I manage to gasp out, “I want you.”

His brown eyes darken with lust, and he shifts his weight, positioning himself enough to strip his clothes off until he’s naked before me.

And what a sight it is.

His cock is aching, angry, and it bobs as he flexes. Jameson repositions himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, slick with anticipation, and I shudder, my body trembling with the need for release… again.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice growing rough with restraint.

I nod, my eyes locking with his, conveying the desperation swirling within me.

Make me forget.

Make me feel.

All things I want to say but I don’t because I don’t have to – he understands, he always has.

Jameson gets me more than anyone else ever has, and I owe him my life in return, but the onlything he ever asked for is my heart, even if only a piece because the other parts belong to the others.

I love easily, and I love hard.

I was never destined only to love one person. My soul would be far too restless, and souls are sensitive things.

Jameson never judged me for it, even when I was terrified to tell him I also loved Bander. He just kissed me, then fucked me slowly for hours, marking me as his.

With a low growl, he pushes inside me, filling me, the sensation overwhelming in all the best ways.

We both gasp in unison, our bodies joining in a perfect, seamless union.

Jameson holds himself eerily still for a moment. “Jameson?”

“I’m okay. I need a moment…” he pauses, “You’re mine, Red. Ours – and I will do everything I can to protect you.”

“What?” I gasp as his cock twitches inside of me.

Jameson doesn’t reply. Instead, he moves, his thrusts slow and measured at first, each one deliberate and calculated to bring me to orgasm.

Sex with him is amazing and agonising all at once. He will ring out orgasm after orgasm from me but will do it at such a torturous pace that I feel like I’m losing my mind.

I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as wave after wave crashes over me, threatening to drown me in ecstasy.

“Yes, yes,” I chant, my voice rising with each word, “more, please, more.”

His pace increases, his movements growing more urgent – desperate.

Our bodies slam together, the sound echoing off the cold walls, merging with the rhythmic creaking of the bedframe and the breathless moans escaping our lips.

The world narrows until all I can think of is him as we lose ourselves in each other.

Every stroke, every glide of skin against skin, is imprinted into my soul – reviving me from the ashes like a phoenix.

My climax hits out of nowhere like an explosion, sweeping over me like a tidal wave – consuming me.

I cry out, my body convulsing with pleasure around his thick cock, drawing his orgasm from him, and his release crashes over him, leaving us both gasping.

Our hearts pound in unison against our chests, and for a long moment, we lie tangled together. The only sound in the room is our breathing.

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