Chapter 29

"Madisyn..." He growled, his tone both a bit annoyed and well as rough from desire. Deciding it would have to be action over words, he bent down and captured her lips in a passionate demanding kiss, pulling her against him.

This wasn't a kiss that was careful and soft, it made Madisyn's head spin out of orbit, her heart beating a furious tattoo against her chest and all she could do was return the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pressing herself further against him and ended up straddling his lap with Mark still sitting up. He had amazing power and unbelievable control, making Madisyn shiver as they tasted each other for the first time in nearly two weeks. It was far too long and Madisyn wondered how far Mark would take this, very reluctantly pulling back, breaking the kiss.

"W-We don't have to do this..." She was breathless, the look in his eyes making it that much harder to breathe, but Madisyn had to try. "I-I can wait...We don't have to..."

She pressed her forehead against his, gripping his strapping shoulders, her blue eyes darkening instantly just from that one kiss. Last night she was begging him to fuck her in the shower and now she was trying to give him a free card and pass? Mark was not foolish enough to turn her down -and there was one hell of an invitation in her eyes right now- a second time.

"Mine." He growled against her lips, his eyes piercing hers, watching the lust swirling in her orbs. "I want you, Madisyn." He rumbled, pulling away enough to guide her hand down to the front of his jeans, where his cock was throbbing and practically screaming to be released, pressing her palm flat against him. He let out a low, rugged moan when she automatically rubbed the heel of her hand against him.

"Then take me." They kissed roughly, hungrily again and Madisyn immediately unsnapped his jeans, pulling the zipper down, laughing when Mark growled at her teasing. He flipped her on her back and hovered over her, the biggest smile crossing her face, feeling the connection between them strengthening again. "I know you didn't want to hurt me, but this feels too good to hurt..." She moaned against his lips.

Feeling him lift her enough to peel the black nightgown off that she slipped into, Madisyn revealed she hadn't been wearing a bra. Madisyn's body would never feel this hot for another man, Mark was it for her and always would be. She took the heels of her feet and pushed his jeans down with ease, freeing his erection, wrapping her legs forcefully around his waist as he brushed against her.

"Enough foreplay, I need you..." Foreplay could come later and Madisyn's world ignited in thousands of tiny shooting stars all going toward one main goal, the light exploding in her eyes. She clung to him for dear life, not even waiting to adjust to him as she began rocking against him at a fast pace, managing to peel his shirt off in the process.

At first, he was a bit worried he might've hurt her, but she was so wet and ready for him that the thought was quickly pushed from his mind. Impatiently, he grabbed his shirt from her and chucked it to the floor, one hand burying itself in her honey blonde tresses, tilting her head back until her neck was exposed. He bent down, kissing, licking, sucking and biting gently, feeling like it had been an eternity since the last time they had been together, it HAD been an eternity. With his free hand, he reached down to guide her leg over his hip, caressing her thigh as he pulled himself out of her receptive warmth only to slam back into her, feeling her nails piercing his back.

Arching her body against him, Madisyn gave him full access to any part of her body he wanted to touch, nibble, suckle, whatever he wished. She wanted to ask him what he thought of the pictures, what happened to Randy, what was going to happen between them now. With every thrust produced inside of her, Madisyn only thought of one thing and that was the man buried to the hilt, sending her to heights only he could.

"Harder!" She cried out in pure pleasure, having ignored the burning in her walls when he first penetrated and moaned in pure satisfaction when he gave her wanted she pleaded for. Showing that power, gripping her hips with his strong hands while assaulting her neck, Madisyn was in pure heaven and lifted her leg to drape over his shoulder, shrieking out as a new height of pleasure coursed through every part of her body, making him go even deeper. "Oh Mark yes!"

Smirking, he temporarily quit his assault on her throat as well as sliding out of her in order to pull what were 'his' pillows off 'his' side of the bed, stuffing them beneath her lower body, ass and hips until she was situated with her upper back flat on the bed. The rest of her deliciously exposed to him, Mark knew at this angle, he would be thrusting against the sweet spot a lot of men were foolish enough to ignore. He traced a finger down her soaking wet slit, feeling her hips coming up against him and knew he was only torturing them both. Drawing himself up so he was kneeling, he gripped his throbbing cock and teased her a bit more, running the head up and down her folds, moving to slide past them only to withdraw and do it over again.

"Mark, you're torturing me!" She moaned out breathlessly, wondering what he'd been planning while situating the pillows and now she knew.

When he snapped his hips to sink his cock inside of her, Madisyn nearly bolted upright on the bed with how intense that felt, screaming out his name. He looked amazing in this position and Madisyn felt him push her back down, her honey blonde hair splayed all around her, knowing all she could do was lay there and let him have his way with her. That didn't stop her from massaging her breasts with her hands as the tempo of this bout increased in intensity.

It was going to be explosive and Madisyn could already feel the hot coil forming inside of her, begging to spring free. Not yet though, she wanted to prolong this and gasped when Mark bent over to run his wicked tongue down her flat stomach. Making her shiver against him, her walls vibrated when he did that only caused him to drive deeper.

He knew this wasn't going to be as long as some of their other, less intense sessions, but it wasn't about to be quick either. While releasing did sound pretty good right about now, so did prolonging the delicious sensations coursing through him, the sensations he knew damn well were wracking through her. He heard Madisyn gasping his name and chuckled darkly, snaking a hand between their slick bodies in order to press his thumb against her protruding clit, holding her still when she nearly bucked off the pillows.

He was killing her by prolonging this, though it also felt incredible having him inside of her, never wanting this to end. Madisyn's body was betraying her viciously and the hot coil suddenly sprung without her consent as her walls caved in around him, Mark's thrusts coming hard, fast and definitely deep. He brushed her sweet spot with each powerful thrust, which didn't help Madisyn's ability to hold back the inevitable. She milked him for everything he was worth, her body shuddering at the intense release that rocked her foundation. Her breathing was raspy and he wasn't stopping, her already sensitive body cumming for him again, not able to hold back her screams of ecstasy.

"MARK!" She shrieked out, gripping the pillows, bedding, anything to grab onto because he was too far away.

Mark was struggling with his own body for control and losing. Though he was able to bring her back to orgasm before the last one had even finished hitting its peak, refusing to allow her any time to recover or catch breath, his own breathing coming in harsh pants. Tossing his hair back, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her against him, matching his thrusts which were becoming more and more uncontrolled as his own wave of heaven came crashing down.

"Fuck..." He hissed through clenched teeth, wishing he could prolong this even more, but the intensity was too much.

Her hips crashed against his almost violently and Madisyn enjoyed every single second of it, knowing she wouldn't be able to move when he was through with her. With one final powerful thrust, Mark finally reached his end and exploded inside of her receptive body, making Madisyn cry out hoarsely as she felt the eruption within. It was so amazing, she never experienced sex like this with another man.

Her world spun off its axel whenever she was with Mark, her mouth completely dry and her thighs trembled. Madisyn felt him slowly grow limp inside of her and groaned at the loss of contact when he slipped out of her, feeling empty again. Mark collapsed beside her as she simply stared up at the ceiling, both of them coming down from their intense sexual high, managing to link their fingers together and squeezing slightly.

Aly and Kyle were sitting in the living room, both staring at each other with slack jaws and wide eyes. They had turned the television up as loud as it would go and STILL heard Madisyn screaming Mark's name and vice versa. Finally, Aly narrowed her eyes. "How come you don't make ME scream like that?"

"I could say the same for you!" Kyle groaned when she tackled him, his hands going about her waist.

Apparently he wasn't the only one who had found that a bit hot.

When Mark was finally able to draw a proper breath, he let out a contented sigh, a smile curving the corner of his mouth.

Madisyn was right, she was no china doll.

"I love you." Madisyn said once her breathing returned to normal, smiling when Mark rolled over to hover over her, moving his hair from his face before kissing him softly, tenderly. "I missed you so much, there's nothing like this and there never will be." She began kissing him again and both stopped when they heard faint moaning and groaning coming from the living room, causing Madisyn to giggle, her eyes lighting up wickedly. "Wanna give'em a run for their money?"

"Woman, it feels like my dick might fall off." Mark groaned, pressing his forehead to hers and then smirked.

Even if Aly and Kyle WANTED to top that performance, they wouldn't. And the reason was very simple. They had just gone through a forced separation, worrying if they would ever see each other again, if this was it for them. Emotional distress, followed by relief and sex...a very potent combination. When he heard Aly cursing, he laughed softly.

"Think they have any idea...that they're fuckin' where we've probably been?"

"More than likely, but I don't think they care." Madisyn smiled, running her finger up and down his bare slick chest, glad he finally gave her what she wanted and needed. "I'm glad you enjoyed the pictures, they're all just for you." She rubbed her nose against his and hugged him tightly around the neck, his scent overwhelming her in a very good way. "And don't worry about your dick falling off, that's physically impossible no matter how much you may think it is." She laughed when he growled against her neck, loving their pillow talk.

"I'm not entirely sure about that, darlin'." Mark grunted, smirking against her skin as he kissed her before blowing raspberries.

Loving the sounds of her laughter echoing throughout the room, his heart gave a painful lurch as the realization of how close to losing her he had been washed over him. Ignoring her 'you're crushing me', he pulled her tightly against him and kissed the top of her head, reluctantly letting her go. Offering a lopsided smile, he covered his sentimental moment.

"By the way, I'm going to blow those pictures up into posters and hang them all over the loft." He informed her, completely serious.

"You will not because if someone comes up there to see them, I'll kick your ass Calaway." She stated, the fire back in her eyes and voice, that smile making the bruises on her face seem like nothing.

She outshined them, she outshined absolutely everything that happened to her and still prevailed. Madisyn moved to lay on her stomach, sighing when Mark lightly ran his fingers up and down her back, murmuring she loved him before falling into a deep slumber, completely content with her life. She was back where she belonged and Randy Orton was gone, never to destroy them again.

Mark loved how the fire was back in her eyes, the spark of life that had been missing earlier was now back full force. Her voice had even changed from flat and emotionless to vibrant, throbbing with emotion. He smiled as he continued caressing her back, rolling on his side with his head propped on his fist, elbow resting on the bed, just staring down at her. It was hard to believe everything that had happened, hard to believe anything so ugly could have intruded upon them, especially when they were here, together, like this.

"I love you." He murmured, bending down to kiss her bare shoulder before rolling onto his back and lacing his hands beneath his head.

He heard Madisyn's deep breathing and smiled wickedly. He did love her, he had for quite some time now and there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. He had already done so much for her and she just didn't realize it. Her father's business had been floundering and that had stressed her out. So...with the help of a pure evil streak and a lot of imagination, he had been able to eliminate all competition.

Faulty wiring...it was something like that, sure, so long as it never came back to C & S Funeral Home or Madisyn. Randy...the little bastard had found out and, instead of ignoring Mark's warnings to leave it alone, had done something even Mark hadn't been expecting. The kid had shown some brass balls at the end, but completely fucked up when he had kidnapped Madisyn. Mark supposed Randy had been telling her the truth, a bit, but that was water under the proverbial bridge.

Mark was insane and dangerous, but only to people and things that threatened Madisyn's safety and security. And now...Randy Orton was dead, waiting to be cremated and Madisyn...she had the rest of her life stretching out before her with him at her side. There was nothing like this and never would be again, so Mark was holding onto her with everything he had inside of him.

There was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

Nothing.

The End.