Chapter Fifty-Six

Mads kissed me, bit and licked with a ferocity that made me dizzy, my body arched, and my chest rose as if begging him to pay attention to my still-covered breasts, to swallow me and not be kind when he released me. I moaned mischievously as I felt his hand roam hungrily and savagely over my curves. I felt like a box being squeezed and compressed by his hands, my body becoming a simple sheet when squeezed by him. I surrendered, sighing loudly without fear of appearing crazy, without fear of raising my head and saying silently: take me, use me, do me.

The straps of my dress slid down my shoulders, revealing my medium-sized breasts and hard, unprotected nipples. His mouth stopped close to mine. His gaze was light, superior, as if he knew all my thoughts as if he knew exactly all my weaknesses. Mads had a lot of power over me and at that moment it didn't seem so bad. I felt his gaze burning into my skin, searching my eyes with calm, commanding movements of his head. He looked down at me, and I hid as cowardly as a young doe.

"You're a complicated case, Dakota." His words are accompanied by a heartfelt sigh that sends warm air against my skin.

"Why?" It was pathetic that I cared, and even more pathetic that a part of me associated it with a part of my past that I so desperately wanted to forget. Complicated, Mads had said. In what way? I mentally condemned myself for immediately wanting to prove the opposite, as I had once done with... my father. His hand finds mine and holds it for a few moments before bringing it down to his groin. I swallow dryly and my eyes sting as I feel the hard, long bulge of his cock there, pulsing and pushing through his pants. Mads is still looking at me, serious, although his feline side makes him squeeze my hand, sliding it in a light caress.

"Because you make me hard and angry." He moves closer as if it were possible to get closer. "The first forces me to be kinder than you deserve. I can still look at you and see that you're the woman I want and desire every day." My eyebrows automatically draw together in a mixture of pleading and doubt. "So darling, being angry isn't enough, wanting to punish you isn't enough, being indifferent could never be. Because the man I am when I fuck you doesn't just want to fuck you, I want to see you moan enough to know you've gone to paradise and come back." I feel the roughness of his hand against my soft skin. His palm slides across my cheek and down the tense line of my neck. "I want to be the one to take you there, even if I am the opposite of him." His low whisper almost kills me, my body shaking and all I know is that he was the only one capable of it.

I shake my head in agreement, convinced by his words and his touch. I sigh loudly and shrink down so that the dress slides easily over my curves. The fabric slides slowly down my body, leaving me naked, nothing but skin, bone and heat.

"Use that anger on me." I run my hands up the side of his body and my fingers find his face, I feel the roughness of his beard and there I am wonderfully scratched. Mads leans against my touch, moves his hand all over my body, takes me violently by the waist and lifts me from the floor to sit on the furniture.

"If I do, I'll finish you off, doll." His smile drives me crazy and suddenly it sounds like a good idea. I wrap my legs around his hips and it's my turn to bring him closer. I feel his pelvis against the middle of my thighs and the atmosphere surrounds me with dim lighting and the scent of his skin. The man fits tightly against me and I can't hold back a moan.

"Isn't that what you want deep down inside? To make me regret this?" I tease him, my voice numb and braver than it should be.

I feel his hand touch the slit of my panties, feel the cold wetness that makes me shiver. He doesn't ask for an invitation, he just touches me, fingering the right places, squeezing until I feel the pleasure flowing through my body.

I beg, his eyes fixed on mine like a sadist who wants to see the effect of his actions. Two of his fingers slide slowly into my pussy, I feel him adjusting himself inside me as if for the first time, searching and finding that wonderful spot that makes me tremble. I shake my head negatively, lower my eyes and automatically my head tilts aimlessly, looking at his waist. Mads doesn't accept it, his mouth also opens in pleasure when he hears me moaning, his head moves along his torso as he searches for my gaze. He wants to see, he wants to see me, and when I don't let him, his free hand squeezes my jaw, tilting my head up towards him.

"Look at me..." He ordered and I whimper as his fingers thrust into me harder, faster.

Suddenly his touch is too urgent, I kiss him and press him against me with all my strength, and his fingers finger and fuck my pussy until it drips and the wetness slides freely down my thighs. I beg between gasps, moaning and clutching his neck as if I were about to fall, and I was. Mads moans and I hear the sound of the zipper opening in a dry echo of his desperation. My vulva pulses wildly, I scream desperately as the sound of his fingers against my pussy becomes wetter, louder and more violent. I cum, trembling in his hands, squirming and trying to close my legs from the pleasure I can't take anymore.

"Don't you want more?" I bite my lip and touch his arm, which doesn't stop moving with intensity. I swallow dryly and shake my head negatively. That's a lie. He seems to smile and moves his fingers harder inside me. I moan loudly and he sighs against my cheek, looking at me with an expression of pleasure that makes me bend over. "Don't you want this?" I sob and he doesn't stop, I squeeze my eyelids shut and my whole body holds back as I feel a new wave of pleasure. I come, holding myself in his arms, electric, soaking his hand.

I take a deep breath and feel the emptiness his hand leaves behind as he walks away. Mads looks at me in disbelief as he holds out his arm. I hold on to him and watch as he touches his hard dick with short, slow strokes. I wanted him, my mouth was salivating, begging to be filled, but my instinct forced me to spread my legs invitingly for another purpose. I slid my fingers through my wet vulva and sucked on the sweet taste, not looking away from him.

"Do you want to kill me?" He said, looking at me with a dismembered expression, there was fierce desire and that special passivity when you're feeling pleasure. I smile and spread my legs on opposite sides, watching him analyze me completely. I bite my lip teasingly until he takes an involuntary step towards me.

We're close again, this time he touches the back of my neck and kisses me passionately. Our kiss is slow and I give myself to him like an offering, open, soaking wet. I feel the tip of his cock moisten as it touches my pussy. I moan against his lips and that's enough for him to slowly thrust into me. I gasp and hug his neck as he moves again.

"That's it, baby..." I whisper, squirming at the caresses he makes on my back. Mads kisses me, kisses my neck and tortures me wonderfully with his tongue.

I bite my lips and hold my scream in my throat, letting out a loud sob of surprise as he fucks me faster. My body is pushed backward by the force of his fast, hard thrusts, the wood creaks and I laugh for a few seconds before I urgently need to moan. He looks down at me, his hand gripping my neck to hold me there, face to face-with him.

I scream shakily as his cock goes deep inside me, Mads sighs loudly with me, moving his hips with brutality and consistency. My vulva contracts, we hear and moan louder as the wet noise of our fucking increases. I hold on to his shoulders, my belly pulsating and receiving loads of pleasure that flow like waves and make me arch backward.

"No, stay here..." I hear him say hoarsely, holding my body tight and close to him. My orgasm pushes me back, but Mads holds me against him, keeping his cock tight and inside me as I cum again. He moans, holding my small shoulders and we move against each other, our hips quivering in sync. "Fuck, baby!" He says, panting as we collapse together.