First Rapture (The Rapture #1)(14)

As if he’d become a part of her.

Their gazes locked and held as an emotion she couldn’t name wove between them, joining them on a level that had nothing to do with their tense, sweat-drenched bodies.

“Shit, you feel so perfect,” he at last rasped, slowly pulling out of her body before ramming forward with enough force to make her slide up the bed. He studied her flushed face, his body trembling. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, knowing he was desperate to unleash his hunger, but terrified he might frighten her.

“I want you,” she rasped. “Don’t hold back.”

A dark flush stained his cheekbones and he grasped her by her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Hold on, Madison. You’re about to go for a ride.”

Spreading her legs, he surged forward, impaling her with a fierce, ruthless pace.

She released a shaky groan, her hips lifting to meet his hard thrusts. Pleasure spiked through her as her body easily accepted his savage need. He leaned down to claim her lips in a kiss of sheer possession.

This was how sex was supposed to be.

It wasn’t convenient, or civilized, or a tedious expectation at the end of the night.

It was hot, and raw, and so intense she felt as if her nerves had been stripped and exposed to this man in a way that would bind them forever.

Over and over he shoved his c**k deep inside her, his tongue mimicking the hectic pace of his body. Madison wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips, realizing another massive orgasm was rapidly clenching her lower muscles.

“That’s it, Madison,” he muttered against her lips, his body slick against hers as he moved with primitive force. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

She tilted her head back as he moved to press his lips against the pulse that thundered at the base of her throat, his hand slipping between them to press against her clit.

One flick of his finger was all it took to send her vaulting over the edge, the orgasm ripping through her as she cried out his name in stunned pleasure.

***

Luc struggled to catch his breath, seismic quakes from his orgasm still jolting through his body.

Christ, he hadn’t felt such intense pleasure since…

Since the last time he’d been in bed with Madison, he ruefully acknowledged.

He had no explanation.

He’d been with women during the past eight years, although not as many as people assumed. Once he’d ended his competition for his father’s approval he’d learned that he needed more than just a willing female to stir his libido. But absolutely none of them had been capable of making him feel as if he was connected to them on some level that went way beyond the physical.

Only Madison.

Rolling to the side, he held her tightly in his arms, trying to work up the energy to reach for the phone to call room service.

Tonight deserved a bottle of champagne. The finest the hotel had to offer.

Madison stirred against him and Luc instinctively tightened his arms around her. “God. That was—”

“Sex,” she interrupted his fervent words.

Luc frowned. Was she serious?

“No,” he growled. “Sex doesn’t make the earth move.”

She tensed at his description, almost as if he’d embarrassed her. “So poetic.”

“I have my moments.” He buried his face in the satin softness of her hair, breathing deeply of her sweet, vanilla scent. Instantly he hardened, ready to feel the wet heat of her body wrapped around his thickening erection. Or maybe this time he had the control to actually feel her lips wrap around his cock. “In fact, I feel another moment coming on.”

Allowing his hands to lower, he cupped the smooth curve of her ass, tugging her closer.

Not just because he wanted to feel her warm body pressed against his aching cock, but because he suddenly sensed that she was pulling away from him.

And that was…unacceptable.

As if to prove his point, Madison laid her hands against his chest. “Luc.”

He pressed his lips to the top of her head, sucking in a deep breath. He didn’t want to discuss what had just happened between them.

He just wanted to savor round two. And three.

Tomorrow they could dissect this passion that had only become more explosive over the past eight years.

“Mmm. Vanilla,” he murmured. “Every time I smell it I think of you.”

She pressed her palms against his chest. “Luc, wait.”

Reluctantly, he pulled back to study her face that was still flushed with arousal. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to get up.”

Every instinct rebelled against the thought of allowing her to leave the warmth of his arms.

“Why? We have all night.” He peered deep into the hazel eyes, searching for…what? An assurance that she’d been as shaken as he’d been by the intensity of their lovemaking? “Hell, we have as long as you want.”

“I…I have to use the bathroom.”

“Damn.” He grimaced, loosening his grip so she could scramble off the bed and head for the bathroom. “Don’t be long,” he called after her retreating form, again noticing the smudge of makeup on her lower hip. Sometime he intended to ask her if she had a birthmark. He didn’t want her to feel as if she ever had to hide anything from him.