AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is purely smut, so if you don't want to read gratuitous sex for the sake of gratuitous sex then feel free to skip to chapter eight. You won't miss anything, other than sex.

CHAPTER SEVEN

After Madelyn left him there in the hall, massaging her fist, her lips slightly swollen from his unlooked for kiss, she knew she needed to get out of the house. It was all she could do to keep her hands steady as she slipped on her sneakers, adjusted her earpod, and toggled the running playlist on her ipod.

She ran for an hour. When she returned to the house, she was breathing deeply and sweating just a little. She went quickly up the stairs, hoping to avoid Harrison. The kiss still played over and over again in her mind. It had been so completely unexpected, and yet it had completely turned her on. The way his lips had felt against hers had been too much. The only thing that kept her from turning into a horny little shit was her run. Now suddenly she realized she was wildly attracted to him. From the moment she'd met him in central London just two days earlier, she'd been attracted to him, but this was a different sort of attraction now. She wanted him.

It was as though he'd read her thoughts.

After she'd showered and dressed, she headed down the hall towards the stairs, her stomach rumbling. She paused though when she turned the corner. Harrison was standing there waiting for her, blocking her way downstairs. His gaze snatched hers and he advanced, taking two long strides to grab her and push her back against the wall.

He seized her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, his kisses sucking the breath from her lungs. She muttered protests between gasps as his teeth skirted across her jaw and nibbled down her neck. Caught between the cold wall and his warm body, she felt his member pressing against her through his trousers. She gasped as his mouth found its way to her ear and left a wet hot trail across her face to her lips. His free hand slid inside her shirt to grab her breast as his mouth continued its relentless path across her skin. In a matter of moments, he'd reduced her to a trembling mess, squirming in his grip.

His fingers grazed her collarbones and ripped her shirt off with little effort, then made quick work of her bra. She sucked in air as he attacked her mouth again but he hardly let her breathe. She could barely keep up with him. His hand slid inside her pants and massaged her just so she would struggle against him more. She bucked against him, her eyes falling shut out of pleasure. The zipper on her pants broke as he pushed his hand down further and slid several long fingers inside her. She whimpered at his roughness, but the pleasure overshadowed the pain. She wrapped her legs around him to steady herself. He whispered into her ear, his deep voice dangerously smooth.

"I will make you beg for me."

She muttered his name in complaint as he withdrew his fingers from her, and carried her into the closest bedroom. She collapsed into the large old-fashioned bed, breathing hard, her legs unconsciously spread across the sheets. Harrison quickly shed his own clothing then knelt over her to tear her jeans down her legs. As his fingers scaled up her bare legs, for one brief moment, she admired his physique, the sinew in his legs, his engorged member protruding from narrow hips, his subtly toned chest, the broadness of his shoulders, the way his dark hair fell over his eyes. His fingers ripped her panties away as she reached for him, tangling her fingers in his thick hair.

He fell over her, his hips hovering above her, his member brushing the inside of her thigh. His fingers wrapped around her arms, pressing them into the sheets so she was helpless underneath him. He was so strong; she thought he would crush her. His hair trailed across her cheeks and neck as he kissed her down her shoulders, biting the sensitive skin on her collarbones. She moaned as she felt the tip of his member brush her. She spread her legs further and bucked her hips into the air, willing him to enter her. He smiled against her skin, his fingers kneading her arms in their tight grip.

"Beg for me, Madelyn," he whispered.

He swiveled his hips, allowing himself to slide inside her just enough before immediately sliding back out. She whimpered at the wide emptiness he left inside her.

"I want you," she said in a desperate voice. "I need you in me, John."

"What do you need me for?" he said, his voice dangerously deep.

She swallowed as he prodded her once more, teasing her body with the power he held over her. He nibbled at her neck.

"I need you to fuck me," she pleaded.

She gasped when he plunged inside of her, filling her so tightly that she struggled to catch her breath. His grip on her arms tightened. She arched into the air, her body pressing against him, her arms trapped beneath his firm hands. He slid out and thrust himself back into her with a grunt. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, an inarticulate moan escaping her lips. Soon the headboard was steadily beating against the wall.

The last things she recollected were his fingers tracing her swollen lips, his thumb slipping inside her open mouth, trailing along her jaw. And his eyes, dark pools of blue-green, locked onto her face as she trembled underneath him, her body giving one last shiver before her mind faded away into a deep sleep.

Her eyes fluttered open. The room was dark. It was night outside the window across the room. She lay on her side with Harrison's arms locked around her, pulling her tightly to his naked body even in sleep. Her chin rested against his shoulder. She could feel his chest expanding and contracting just slightly, his slow, steady breaths brushing the top of her head.

She shifted, tangling her legs with his. In that instant she felt a wave of exhaustion rush over her. She couldn't know how long he'd ravished her for, how many times he'd brought her to climax, until she could hardly breath right and her eyes were clouded with stars when they weren't clenched shut.

She lifted her chin slightly and snuggled her head deeper into the pillow. Harrison inhaled deeply, his hands sliding down her back. "I'll be leaving soon," he said under his breath.

Despite the disappointment that struck her, Madelyn smiled softly at the vibration his voice caused in his chest. She tilted her chin up to look at him. She could just make out his cheekbones in the darkness. He opened his eyes; they were dark like the bottom of the ocean.

His hands slid further down her body, one arm underneath her, wrapped around her hips, the other sliding between the sheets and her bare back. His fingers trailed over her hips and thighs and slid down between her legs. Her fingers snaked into his hair.

She gasped as his long fingers slipped inside her, his thumb pressing against her just enough to make her arch against him frantically. With a flick of his thumb, her abdominal muscles seized and she clenched her fists around his roots. Desperate noises escaped her lips. His fingers twisted inside of her, and his thumb made quick work of her self-control. She wanted him to fill her again. She wanted him to fuck her senseless. But he finished her with his fingers, his thumb brushing her just right, taking from her throat a last desperate cry of agonizing pleasure.

She shuddered against him, gasping for air, her hands sliding from his scalp to his chest. His breath was hot on her neck. She recalled his hands sliding across her skin one last time.

When she woke again, it was because she was so cold. She snuggled deeper into the sheets, curling her legs up against her bare body. She was exhausted, and freezing. There was light streaming through the window across the room. She turned over towards Harrison, her hand falling into a cool, wrinkled indentation in the sheets.

He was gone.