Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 166

"Hudson... calm down," she pleaded, her voice trembling.

But he didn't hear a word.

Or rather, he was past the point of listening.

He had waited for this for far too long.

The woman who had owned his heart since he was a teenager was finally in his arms. Her sheer, soaked dress left nothing to the imagination.

He trailed kisses down to her collarbone, grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth, leaving a trail of dark, possessive marks.

Nora was shivering violently.

Not from the cold.

From pure panic.

She had seen him gentle. She had seen him perfectly restrained.

But she had never seen this side of him.

A terrifying hunger blazed in his eyes, like a caged beast that had finally snapped its chains. Every shred of his rationality had been burned to ash.

She shoved uselessly at his shoulders, a sob escaping her throat. "Hudson, stop. You're scaring me."

Hudson paused.

He looked down at her, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble. "Just be good for me, okay?"

He frowned, annoyed that the phantom in his dream wasn't being as cooperative as usual.

In all his previous dreams, she had always let him do whatever he wanted.

He could take her anyway he pleased.

With as much force as he craved.

Absolute dominance.

She had never stared at him with wide, teary eyes and told him she was scared, crying until his heart shattered.

He narrowed his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to force her, not even in his own fantasy.

"Then... we used your hands last time. How about your feet today?"

Nora froze.

He opened his eyes and turned his head, going completely rigid at the sight beside him.

Nora was asleep right next to him. Half her face was buried in the pillow, her long lashes casting delicate shadows over her cheeks. She was breathing softly, out cold.

The blanket only covered her up to her chest, leaving her bare shoulders and collarbones exposed.

And right below her collarbone was an absolute mess of angry red bite marks.

There were deep, bruised fingerprints mapping her radiant skin, looking horribly violent against her fair complexion.

But that wasn't even the worst part.

His gaze traveled further down, past the safety of the covers, landing squarely on her exposed feet.

She had beautiful, delicate feet, her toes painted a soft pink, like a sculpted work of art.

But right now, they were covered in dark, mottled bruises.

There were deep, angry abrasions across the tops, like they had been relentlessly rubbed against something rough. The broken blood vessels had bloomed into shocking patches of purple and blue.

Hudson stared at the bruises, a deafening ring exploding in his ears.