Page 76 of Rising Star

My hands molded to her waist. My fingertip traced the scar on her hip, and she shivered. I couldn’t not touch her, fearing if I broke the connection, she would vanish.

“Sam, I love you.”

I got lost in the woman who owned every bit of my heart, admiring her beauty. The devotion in her eyes. The curve of her lips. The halo of her hair. Everything that made her, her.

“Sam—” The plea in her voice, the sound of my name spoken in a breathless murmur, sent a discharge through me.

“I’m right here, babe. I’m right here with you.”

I pounded into her with abandon. I bent over to suck on her nipples, to nibble the skin of her breasts, to lick the column of her throat.

To lose myself in her as much as I could muster.

Madison’s hands wound around my neck, keeping me close to her. Her eyes never left mine. She was mine. All mine. And right now, I had the assurance.

The clouds above us parted.

My thrusts accelerated. I had to brand her. To soak in her.

We moved in unison, enraptured and insatiable.

Her breaths quickened. Every inch of her took me hostage.

Her lips quivered.

“Sam—”

When her body clenched around mine, I pounded faster, not missing a beat.

She held me against her, never breaking eye contact.

Her hand cupped my cheek, and I locked my teeth around her thumb. She gasped. And I lost all sense of gravity.

I plunged into her with a rhythmic jerk of my hips.

My fingers would leave bruises on her porcelain skin. Madison purred. She cried out my name. She reached her high and surfed the waves. The entire time, my eyes were trained on her. She was magnificent. A gem I found when I wasn’t searching. A precious gift who drove away the darkness of my life. The part of my soul I’d been desperate to find. To reunite with.

The sight of her, spread naked on the bed, my cock deep-rooted in her depth, was my undoing.

I resumed my thrusts, my sole mission to go over the edge and take her with me. I pushed into her. Again. And again.

“Oh, Sam. Yes.”

Madison’s walls strangled my cock, and I surrendered. I committed everything I was to this woman. Drunk on her, I shot my load in powerful jolts, anchored where I was born to be.

Our fingers intertwined, and I guided our joined hands over her head, pressing them into the mattress.

My mouth descended on her, tasting her lips, my tongue sweeping hers with reverence.

* * *

Madison and I fed each other French fries we ordered in, still naked, lying on our sides on the bed. She had propped her injured leg on a pillow, massaging the top of her thigh every few minutes. We were waiting for the painkillers to kick in. After tonight’s concert, Riley had made it back to the buses before us and had dropped Madison’s luggage, crutches, and medication before we arrived. I was thankful he always had my back—and best interests—at heart.

My fingers left shivers in their wake, trailing up and down her arm. “You sure you’re okay?” I asked, unable to hide the worry etching my features.

Madison smiled at me and nodded. But I could tell her limb was bothering her.

“I’m ordering you to rest. This was enough exercise for the day.”