“Come here,” I say, my voice hoarse, filled with longing.

Madison slowly rises, standing to full height. We face one another, inches apart, both our chests rising and falling, both anticipating what comes next. Madison surprises me, however, as she’s the one who makes the first move. She edges forward and places a hand over my racing heart, and slowly raises her mouth to mine, our breaths mingling into one.

But before this happens, I need to make sure this is what she wants and she’s not just lost in the moment.

“If you kiss me,” I roughly state, my gaze locked with hers. “You can’t take it back.”

“I don’t want to take it back,” she whispers, her warm breath caressing my cheeks, her eyes filled with molten desire.

“Good,” I growl, before swooping forward and devouring her mouth with an impassioned need.

The kiss is frenzied, and we don’t start out slow. It’s a race to determine who can consume the other person first.

I wrap one hand around Madison’s waist, and with the other, I fist her long hair, using it as leverage so I can dominate her mouth. She’s gasping and moaning, her lithe body writhing against mine, and her jarring movements are rubbing over my dick in the most delicious way possible. She throws both arms around my neck, pulling my mouth down to hers, and the hunger I feel controls my actions as I walk her backward into my room, my lips never leaving hers.

She comes willingly, and the moment the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress, she falls backward, pulling me down with her. My huge body dwarfs her tiny frame, and I try to take my full weight off of her by resting up on my elbows. She folds her strong legs around me and pulls me down on top of her.

I can’t get enough of her and every frenzied kiss I deliver, she kisses me back twice as hard. Her tongue duels with mine, and her desire is like an aphrodisiac within itself. Before long, I’m tearing at her top, needing to feel her bare skin against mine.

I manage to yank her tee off without parting with her mouth for longer than two seconds, and then I’m back on her, kissing her like I might expire without her lips. Her legs scissor beneath me, and I know she wants a release. I plan on giving her one—and giving it to her good.

As hard as it is, I pull my mouth away from hers and she takes a much-needed breath, her chest rising and falling so quickly her juicy, bouncy breasts almost spill free from her black lacy bra. My cock jolts at the sight, and Madison gasps, her eyes widening, as I’m pressed against her core.

“Is this okay?” I breathlessly ask, my brain able to see through the lust for a mere moment.

“Yes,” she pants, biting her lip. “Keep going.”

That’s all the response I need and I kiss the side of her mouth before working my way down her elongated neck, which she tips backward, granting me full access to her delicious-smelling skin. I kiss over her racing pulse, and I can’t help but draw her flesh into my mouth and mark her, as I want the world to know I’m the person responsible for the red, passionate wound.

She moans and gasps, and my fuck, those sounds have my dick punching a hole through my pants, demanding to break out and join the party. Her skin pops free, and I kiss lower and lower until I reach the junction of her swelling breasts. I pull back, needing a moment to really appreciate their beauty because they are the hottest tits I have ever seen.

“These are fucking amazing,” I say, cupping one full mound, and then the other.

Madison moans and arches into my touch, my hand barely covering her pillows of perfection.

Her bra is black lace, and as her tight pink nipples poke through the see-through material, my mouth waters. When I lower the lace cup, her boob pops free, and I growl low in my throat, as the sight is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

“Holy shit.”I sigh in appreciation. “I knew they were incredible.” I reach forward, gently plucking her nipple while she shivers. “But tits as perfect as these should be illegal.” I bend forward, capturing her nipple into my mouth.

She cries out and wriggles beneath me, encouraging me to continue as she threads her fingers through my hair and pulls hard.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers, her head trashing from side to side.

“You like that, angelo?” I ask around her nipple, while she groans in response.

I can’t help myself and it’s like a boob buffet as I place my hand underneath her heavy breast and suck it into my mouth. Fuck whoever said a handful is more than enough because right now, I’m swimming in tits and I want more.

I yank down the other cup and brush my thumb over her nipple while tonguing the other something wicked.

“Oh, fuck,” she half cries, half yells, her fingers yanking at my hair, her hips rising to meet my raging hard-on, and the movement sends me wild.

Still sucking and laving at her breast, I walk my hand down between us, wanting to feel her muscles clench around my fingers when she comes, calling out my name. I unsnap her button and the moment I do, I feel her body freeze underneath me. But my brain and body are two separate entities and I keep going, my need to bury myself within her fueling my every move.

I lower her zipper and am madly trying to seek refuge inside, but her words have me halting instantly. I pull my hand out like I’ve just been burned.

“No. No. No. No.” Madison is repeating over and over, her voice low and guttural, her eyes shut tight, her head moving from side to side.

“Madison?” I ask, pulling away, alarmed by her obvious distress.

She seems to be in a trance, so I instantly get off of her and gently shake her shoulder, as I’m concerned she’s stuck in an awful memory—a memory I resurfaced because of my greedy hands.

“Madison,” I say, louder this time, shaking her shoulder a touch harder, as I’m afraid she’ll go into shock.

“Don’t touch me!” she cries, her face a deathly white.

I pull my hands away and sit back on my heels. Not touching her seems to calm her down, but her anguished wails reveal she’s still lost in the past.

“Madison, it’s Dixon. You’re safe, angelo. No one is going to hurt you. I’m here…shh, I’m here.”

My words have the desired effect and her weeping dies down to small, weakened cries. But I wait and allow her to crawl out of her nightmare, because these are her demons, and she needs to be ready to face them on her own.

Her eyes slowly slip open, red and raw from crying, and she looks around the room, frantically taking in her surroundings. She calms down when she sees where she is, which is obviously not where she thought she was.

“Madison?” I ask cautiously, my hands raised, showing I mean no harm. “Are you okay? What just happened?”

The moment she hears my voice, her terrified eyes meets mine, and then drop to her exposed chest. Her once white cheeks are now stained a bright red, and her hands fly up to cover her nakedness.

“Oh, God, what have I done?” she whispers, fresh tears filling her eyes.

She jumps up and rearranges herself as she frantically slips on her tee, her eyes darting around the room, looking for her bag. “I’m sorry, I have to go,” she says in a rushed breath, but she won’t meet my eyes.

“Madison, talk to me,” I demand, leaping off the bed and reaching for her arm.

The moment I touch her, however, she recoils so quickly she hits her elbow on the dresser and curses, but that doesn’t stop her mad dash toward the door.

“Just leave me alone. Please,” she begs, storming into the living room.

But I will not. I need to know what happened because some heavy shit just went down, and I need to know why.

“No, how about you talk to me? Tell me what happened. Tell me what happened to you,” I add, and Madison looks as if I’ve slapped her.

“No! I can’t,” she exclaims, racing through my house with me following closely behind.