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Our eyes fused together. Hers sparked with a lust I never witnessed before.

She cast a spell on me.

Careful to avoid touching her splinted leg, I eased inside her, inch by inch, watching the elation displayed on her visage the entire time I pushed my engorged cock inside her walls. Madison gasped as I filled her to the brim, and we connected deeper than ever before.

Every cell in me shook in anticipation.

I was floating. About to rip at the seams.

The sensations swirling inside me stole my breath away.

She shifted as if to get acclimated to the feel of us, rubbing herself against my shaft, fully embedded in her tight channel. And nothing had ever felt this good than the reunion of us.

A string of moans passed her quivering lips as I thrust into her. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, breathing out. Perfection. Nothing else could define the vision of her in that instant.

Her hips rolled against mine in an enticing wave, sending high-voltage electricity up my spine.

I slowed down, making sure nothing I did could cause her any pain.

Madison’s eyes snapped open and fixed on me. Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks a light shade of pink, and her lips parted on a cry.

She looked at me with a mix of adoration and reverence.

And I had the certitude we belonged together. That she was the one for me. The only one.

With one hand, she gripped my hipbone, encouraging me to keep going.

Our bodies fused in a primal way that shattered all my inhibitions—and all my doubts—as I rammed into her, unable to prevent myself, now that I experienced how perfect we could be.

“I missed you,” Madison whispered as I kissed along the length of her collarbone before moving to her jaw and her lips.

I pushed a wild strand of her hair away from her forehead when she stilled underneath me. A soft gasp passed her lips.

I propped myself up, using my arms. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She closed her eyes for the longest second.

“A spasm. They come and go.”

“We’ll stop,” I said, about to withdraw my cock.

Madison held on to me, preventing me from moving back. “Don’t. Stay there. Gimme a moment.”

“I can—”

She silenced me with one finger. “I’ve been waiting for months for this. Don’t you dare stop now.”

I blinked, at a loss for words, seeing the determination and strength painting her features.

“Kiss me,” she pleaded. And I obliged. Because nothing tasted as good and looked as incredible as Madison Prescott naked with my dick embedded inside her.

Her right leg closed around me, erasing the space between us, and giving me permission to resume my pounding. We found our rhythm back. Pleasure built deep in my core, ready to be unleashed. Unable to be contained anymore.

“Fuck, I won’t last long,” I mumbled. “Oh god, you feel great.”

Madison’s hand flattened on my chest while I increased the tempo. My hands rested on her hips while I tried to not explode. To savor every second. Watching me through hooded lids, she abandoned herself to the passion pulsing between us.

Her whimpers, our rushed panting, and the smacking of our flesh filled the silence.