Chapter 275

TARA

“Yes! God, yes!” I cried out in ecstasy. I had no complaints. I was beyond content. Whether he was hard or making love with me, sex with him was always amazing— perfect.

He withdrew and plunged deep. The sensation was exquisite. Each thrust shoved deep further inside me to the hilt, stretching me, filling me, and he slid his hand down between my thighs, stroking my clit until I throbbed with need and was on the verge of my orgasm.

“Don’t stop.” I panted, breathless as he picked up the pace.

“You feel amazing, baby,” he whispered reverently, making my heart ache.

“Mad, I’m gonna come!” The tension coiled in my core, and I felt my inner walls clenching around him.

“Come for me. Milk around my cock, my love.” He grunted into my ear, his quick breathing adding to the heat buzzing in my veins.

My heart felt like about to burst in my chest as I gasped to breathe. My entire body spasmed. I lost myself in the white-hot rapture of pleasure. My climax hit like an explosion— a supernova rippling through me.

My orgasm was so intense. The aftershock still lingered, squeezing out the last shudder of pleasure out of me.

“Tara, baby.” With one final hard thrust, he growled like a wild, uncontained animal that came from deep within his throat. Then I felt his cock jerk inside me, filling me with his seed as he came.

I was still coming down from a high bliss of euphoria when he rolled me on my back and covered me with his hard-muscled body, trailing kisses all over my face, sending tingles all over me. I found myself giggling over oversensitized skin.

“Baby?” he called me as he traced the swell of my breast with the back of his fingers.

Yeah?” I opened my eyes and found him holding himself propped up on one elbow. I looked at him, his tender stare locking into mine.

“I love you.” He didn’t have to tell me. I always saw it in his eyes.

My chest expanded with a rush of feelings and unrestrained joy so intense it brought tears to my eyes. “I love you more.”

The sun had set. The dark sky began to glitter with a million stars. The weather was pleasant in the evening with a breeze of fresh air hugging my skin.

Looking back to three years ago, I thought I would never find love in Mad Shanewood, a playboy who was afraid of commitment, afraid of loss, of heartbreak.

Sometimes, it frightened me that what I had right now was never real. I was afraid to wake up in the morning, that everything was gone, and it was all but a dream.

When Mad pressed a soft kiss on my forehead, I smiled, a constant reminder of my reality. What I felt and what I had was all real. I dreamed of not having a perfect life, but a happy one, and God was generous enough. Now, I was living a beautiful life where a man loved me the same way I loved him.

Then he kissed me on my lips that lingered for a while. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

I stared at him with my heart pounding hard against my ribcage. His gaze burned through me as he remained silent, waiting for my reply.

“I was thinking what my life would be like if I didn’t run away.” I raised my hand, cupping his face, tracing his cheek with my thumb.

“Baby, it’s all in the past now. We’re here together in this present. I’m with you, and I will be with you in the future,” he said softly, kissing my lips. “I love you.”

“I know.” Closing my eyes, my heart fluttered, my soul flying. “I love you, too, My Romeo.” My voice cracked in the end.

“I told you so.” He lay next to me on the lounger, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. “We’re gonna have a happy ending.”

“Don’t get angry, but we kinda almost had a tragic ending.”

He groaned. “I’d rather talk to you about sex behind the rock than traumatizing ones.”

“Agree. Can we stay here outside for a while?”

“Of course, my love.”

The sound of waves rushing against the shore was relaxing. Aside from the quarter moon, the yellow light coming from the house cast a glow on the shore, shadowing his face.

I turned to him, and he looked at me. Our gazes locked. A jolt like a thunderbolt went through my heart, hot and powerful as we stared at each other in serene silence.

“Come here.” He reached out, holding my arm.

“What?”

He lay on his back. “Come here, baby.”

“I don’t think—”

He quickly got up and spread the towel on the sand next to the lounger. Then he lay there. “Baby, don’t make me ask twice. Take your towel with you.”

“Why do you always have to be so bossy?” Groaning, I got up anyway.

“I’m only bossy when you don’t listen.” He was already reaching for my hand, pulling me down to him, wrapping me with his arms, and rolling us over. ”And you know you’re also bossy, but I don’t mind it.”

“Mad—” He crushed his mouth to mine and put his body weight on me, pinning me against the sand, allowing me to feel the rigid length of his cock pressed against my core.

The kiss was almost desperate— devouring.

The only seconds I got to breathe were when he said, “I want you.” After that, he kneed my legs apart, lifting my boho summer dress. And then he kissed me again, ravenously.

My hands had a mind of their own as I pushed his loose linen pants down his knees, freeing his cock, and then I kicked them down his ankles, making him chuckle against my mouth.

“I learned from the best.”

When his hand came to my waist, he broke away from my mouth, grinning down at me. “No bikini?”