Page 58 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“Christ!” Matt couldn’t bear it anymore. He yanked her up his body, even as she protested, his eyes were heavy-lidded with desire as he grabbed his aching member and guided it into her.

“I’m supposed to be in control.” she breathed out, rocking her body on top of his as she accepted his length with a sigh ofsatisfaction.

“You’re still on top,” Matt growled, lifting his hips while she rode him back down into the mattress, her breasts bounced in the most enticing manner. “I can’t help wanting to be inside you, poppet.”

She slipped a hand underneath his neck and tugged upwards. Matt immediately manoeuvred himself in an upright position which allowed her to wrap her legs around him. She pressed her mouth over his, biting and sucking his lips while increasing her pace. Matt returned her fervent kiss, his hands roamed wildly over the skin of her back before he gripped her hair, pulling just hard enough to make her head tilt back. Matt kissed the junction between her neck and shoulder then bit her gently.

“Again, Matt,” she begged. “I’m so close.”

The sharp knock on the bedroom door had Matt looking over at it in disbelief. Someone had lost their bloody mind.

“Please, Matt.”

He turned back to his wife and nipped her neck again as she shuddered in his arms, cooing in delight. Her internal walls greedily clenched around him and he knew she was about to come. With his hand still gripping her hair he turned her into his lips, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as her body began to shake uncontrollably in release.

“Oh, Matt.” she cried out, drowning out the sound of another sharp knock.

Matt felt the tightening in his loins building in response to her spasms around his cock and he let out a guttural sound of pleasure as seconds later he spilled himself inside her warmth. They fell back on top the mattress, both breathless and still feeling the after-effects of their mutual climaxes.

“I love you, knight.” Madi murmured, running her hands through his hair.

Before Matt could respond in kind, the knock on the door came a third time. His eyes narrowed in anger and he slowly disentangled their limbs. “One moment.”

He crawled off the bed but his legs felt like jelly so he gripped the chair for a few moments in order to steady himself, then he stalked completely naked to the door and yanked it open.

“Unless the bloody boat is sinking or we’re set upon by pirates, my wife and I are not to be disturbed. Understood?” he said coldly.

The female steward balked at his tone and nodded wordlessly, trying her best but failing miserably to keep her eyes from wandering. Matt was about to slam the door in her face when she spoke up timidly.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, but the captain would like an urgent word with you, Mr Bradley.”

Matt arrogantly perused the woman, annoyance spreading over his face. “Are we sinking?”

“No, sir, but-”

“Are pirates boarding?” he grated out.

“Of course not-”

He slammed the door in her face and turned towards the bed. Madi laid on top the sheets, eyes half-closed and still panting softly. Shagged senseless, that was the appearance she gave right now: hair wild, face slack with satisfaction, limbs limp and a tiny smile on her mouth.

“Hon, you do know that flashing your staff could be considered grounds for sexual harassment.” she uttered as he made his way back to the bed.

Matt rested besides her, his head perfectly in line with hers as he stared into her eyes.

“Are you happy, Madison?” he asked, peering intently at her, searching for the unspoken truth in the features of her face.

The sunlight coming through the windows danced across her smooth skin, giving it an intriguing glow. He adored the rich shade of her skin, was completely entranced by the contrast of his own against hers.

She propped her elbow up and leaned her head in her hand as she replied. “I am as happy as I’ve ever been. And you, Matt? Are you happy?”

He kept his eyes on her and nodded, thinking about how much his life had changed since meeting her. “I never believed I could be this happy. From the moment we met,” he let out a shaky breath and cupped her cheek. “I did not know love until I knew you, poppet. I was half a man and unaware of it until you came and made me whole.You are my life and I will do anything for you,” Matt rubbed his thumb across the softness of her cheek. “I want you to know this, to understand that you will always come first, this I guarantee.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she lowered her lips to his, her hair fell into a dark curtain around them as they poured all the love they had for each other into that kiss.

“You’re a closet romantic.” she mused thoughtfully when they parted.

Matt raised an eyebrow over her assessment, feeling a bit vulnerable over his words but strangely content at having voiced them. “I’ve been called many things, poppet, but romantic?”

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