Page 50 of Forbidden Cravings

“I said no,” I whined, my voice shaking.

He rubbed the sting away, saying, “I know, but your ass looks sexy with my handprint on it.”

“Asshole,” I muttered.

He yanked me back, filling me completely, my cry a feral one that joined his grunt.

“You’re my girl, Case.” His every word accompanied a thrust. “No man touches what’s mine. No man gives you nicknames. No man even looks at you without feeling my wrath.”

“Fuck, Mason, you can’t stop men from looking at me.” My voice sounded distant, a weak attempt to maintain some control over my life, no matter that I wanted to give it all over to him.

He bottomed out, hitting me so far it ripped another climax from me, one that gripped me as tight as his hands gripped my hips. “I can do what I want, sweetheart, and you’ll let me.”

And I would, because I was his. Every part of my being was owned by Mason because I wanted him to own it. Not because he’d taken it, but because I’d given it to him, willingly and completely.

His thrusts became more rapid, his hold on me tighter, and he broke, spilling into me, his growl so loud it thundered through the room. When he finally let my hips go, I dropped forward, completely depleted.

I heard his zipper and turned my body, peeking up at him through my curls. He gave me that sexy smirk I adored, his eyes scanning my body.

“Where are you going?” I asked, disappointment taking hold.

“My plane departs soon, and I have to deal with your brother. That little punk called him the minute he left the room.”

Tyson. Shit, that was a dilemma I wasn’t ready to think about, not with the afterglow of my orgasm still buzzing through me. If he weren’t so overprotective, the situation might not be as delicate. Mason was the only one he trusted, and this would kill him.

Mason dropped over me, his arm encircling my body and bringing me against him. I wrapped my fingers over his shirt, ignoring the way his eyes dropped to the twisted fabric, giving me a disapproving look.

“What are you doing,princess?” He layered princess with a sarcastic seduction.

“Keeping you here.”

“Not gonna happen.”

I entwined my legs around his back, pulling him down further. “Yes, it is. And you’re going to call me your princess when I’m coming around your dick again.” I took his bottom lip between my teeth, dragging them over it until he was groaning. “And again when you’re spilling into me. Maybe then I’ll let you leave.”

He studied me, a gleam in his eyes. “Damn, you’re sexy when you’re giving orders.”

“Good. Now take those clothes off and fuck me again.”

He shook his head before pulling me in for a kiss. My body flared to life again, his kiss burning through me. I struggled with his buttons, needing to feel his skin against me, but he stopped my hands, pushing them down, then untangling my legs from his back.

A small mewl slipped from me, and he gave me a crooked grin. “Hold on,princess.”

I watched him walk from my room to the table. He picked his phone up, his expression shifting to concern. He didn’t have to tell me how many missed calls from Tyson there were. With a sigh, he walked back in as he swiped the screen and hit a number. He brought the phone to his ear, then yanked down my underwear, which he’d never removed before he’d so erotically taken me.

“Delay the flight. I have something I need to deal with.”

He hung up, pocketing the phone before unbuttoning his shirt. Having forgotten just how sexy he was, I rose to run my hands over his tattoos. He dropped his pants, his dick springing free and hitting between my breasts.

“I’m gonna need to find out what those beauties feel like wrapped around my cock, sweetheart, but for now…” He threaded his hand through my hair and lowered himself, forcing me back. His kiss was gentle, almost emotional with its depth and I closed my eyes, letting the feel of his lips on mine, his tongue entwining with mine, his skin warm against my own, take me away. The rough, dominating man who’d brought me to ecstasy with his smacks to my ass and his dirty words was gone, replaced with one who reminded me of the space he’d claimed in my heart. Every touch lit me on fire until the blaze was too hard to control, soaring through me with a force that left me crying out and his mouth capturing my cry.

Mason made love to me as only he could, reclaiming me as our unspoken emotions drove our moves. I gave myself over to him completely, my heart and soul open and ripe for the taking, willingly offered and vulnerable with the wave of climax that crested within me until it flowed through me just as he came, our joined release heated and shattering, leaving us clinging to each other.

I rested my head against his chest, hearing the rapid heartbeats, his hold on me so tight it seemed like he feared letting me go. Just as I feared his leaving. He lifted his head, and I brought my hand to his cheek, feeling the strength below. Leaning into it, he searched my eyes. There were no words spoken, but I saw the love there, his gaze so heavy it seemed to burrow deep in my soul. He turned his head, kissing my hand before he released me, hovering over me and giving me one last passionate kiss.

I watched as he dressed, sitting and pulling a blanket up to cover me. He picked up my lace bra, the one I’d worn earlier that left little to the imagination it was so sheer.

“This only gets worn when you see me. No sexy lingerie for anyone else. Understand, princess?”

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