Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 443 Madeline's POV He groaned in approval, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through my own body. Then, with one smooth, decisive roll of his hips, he sank into me completely, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. A muffled cry slipped from my lips, a mix of relief and pure ecstasy. The sensation of being filled, of absolute completeness, was so overwhelming that for a moment I couldn't breathe. The outside world, the snow, the danger, the memories, all of it dissolved. There was only that single point of connection where our bodies fused together.

His face was buried in the curve of my neck, his hot, uneven breaths a steady mantra against my skin. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice tight with concern, the kind that made me love him even more. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" "Shhh," I cut in, my voice barely more than an emotional thread of sound. "More than okay. It's... perfect." My nails dug lightly into his muscular back, not from pain, but to anchor him there, to make sure he didn't pull away even an inch. "Please, Marcus. I need you." That was all the permission he needed. A low groan left him, and then he began to move.

Slowly at first. A delicious agony of long, deep thrusts that seemed to reach the very core of my being. Every movement was careful, deliberate, a patient exploration that had me seeing stars behind my closed eyelids. My own moans filled the cabin, echoing off the wooden walls, a raw, continuous sound of pure pleasure I barely recognized as my own. "Like this?" he growled, his voice rough beside my ear, his lips brushing my skin with every word. "Is this how my woman likes it?" "Yes...

my hips lifted to meet his, deepening the connection until I no longer knew where I ended and he began. The slowness was exquisite torture. Every nerve in my body was on fire, overloaded with hormones and deep, aching desire. My senses narrowed to him alone.

my belly began to build, a tightening spiral of intense heat that twisted and coiled, promising a cataclysmic release. My moans grew louder, sharper, desperate. "Marcus... please... I can't hold it anymore..." I warned, my voice trembling and broken. "I can't either, amore mio. I can't," he breathed, his rhythm losing its careful control and turning primal, urgent, making

hands slid between our bodies, his fingers finding the sensitive, throbbing center where we were joined. The precise, circular touch against my clit was the final spark. My body arched hard, every muscle locking in pleasure, and a cry was torn from my throat as my orgasm crashed over me without mercy. It electrified every fiber of my being, shattering me into a million fragments of pure light and sensation.

climax into endless waves of bliss that left me completely undone. He collapsed over me, his weight a heavy, comforting blanket, his ragged breathing slowly evening out against my neck. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our hearts still pounding in a wild, shared rhythm as they gradually began to calm together.