Page 69 of Forbidden Cravings

“Am I the only man who gets to see this body, Case?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He drew his hand up around my neck, his other reaching down to where he was still embedded in me to stroke my clit. “And am I the only one who will ever break you again?”

“You’re the only one who has ever broken me,” I cried.

“Dammit, Case,” he growled, biting my shoulder.

“Am I breaking you, Mason?”

“Shit, are you ever.” He slid from me, freeing my hands before turning me around and slamming me into the wall of the plane. I was grateful the shades were all down because he took me hard, his intensity numbing the sting of my back. Smashing his mouth against mine, he lifted my leg and penetrated me. His mouth captured my cry, his kisses greedy and forceful. My kisses were just as desperate, a need tearing through me to be as close to him as possible, to have his touch bring me to ecstasy again. He tried lifting me, but his arm gave out, his irritated grunt loud. Knowing what he wanted, I worked my foot onto the armrest and lifted myself so that as my other foot maneuvered onto the other seat, he went so deep his growl was feral. His fingers dug into my ass, the hand with his wounded arm threading through my hair. He broke our kiss, giving me a confused look before I wrapped one leg tight around his back.

“Guess you forgot about those years my mother forced me to go to gymnastics, thinking it would turn me into one of those thin, athletic girls?” It hadn’t worked, but I’d continued going and still practiced a few times a week to maintain my strength and flexibility.

I dug my heel into him, pushing him even further into me while I wrapped my other leg around him, the grip of my legs and the wall the only thing keeping him buried in me until his hand encased my ass, giving me extra support.

“Fuck, I’m glad she wasn’t successful because this is the only way I want you, princess. Every fucking sexy inch of this curvy body is perfection,” he said, lighting my soul with happiness. I pulled his mouth to mine. “But I won’t complain about that flexibility. I think you need to show me more of your tricks, Case.”

Nibbling his bottom lip, I said, “I plan to,” as I moved my leg up higher.

His thrusts increased, each one driving so deep my climax was climbing again. The airplane was shaking with our moves, the silence filled with our moans as he brought me over the edge once more and joined me. Our kisses didn’t stop until our bodies did. Residual quakes coursed through me, and I clung to him until he drew back to look at me. I dropped my legs from him, hating how he slid from me, and as if he knew, he pushed me further into the wall, forcing his body against mine so that we were one again. In a moment that I knew defined his place in my soul forever, he brought his hands to my face, cradling it, his fingers slipping into my curls.

“I love you, Casey. I don’t think I ever knew what love truly was before you and I will never love anyone the way I love you. I don’t want to. I only want you…forever.”

My lips parted as his finger brushed the corner of my eye. “You have the most beautiful eyes. Ones I won’t ever stop gazing into. I will love you and worship you until my last breath and long after death has taken me.” He kissed my forehead, dropping his head to mine, his green eyes so intense I thought they could see right into my soul and witness the way it stretched and twisted at his words, becoming his completely.

“I’m yours forever, Mason. Yours to have, to hold?—”

“Til death?” he said so softly it was almost like a feather falling through my heart.

“Til death and beyond.”

I held onto his arms as he brought his lips to mine, his kiss claiming every cell in my body that his words hadn’t reached.

“Marry me, Case,” he muttered between kisses.

“I thought we just established that I would,” I returned with a chuckle.

His laugh was light, and I held onto it as he drew back to look at me again.

“As romantic as this is, I think we should leave out the part about us being naked and how you asked me after taking me against the wall of your plane,” I joked.

“You’re not naked. Your skirt and bra are still on,” he said with a wink.

I threw my head back and laughed, and he dragged his lips down my neck.

“We may want to leave that part out for our kids,” I said, not thinking before the words came out.

He lifted his head, giving me a naughty smile. “Damn, princess. Seeing you with a massive baby bump would do nothing but keep me hard non-stop.”

That hadn’t been the response I’d expected, but everything about Mason’s reaction to me gave me butterflies, and this was no exception. “Let’s leave babies on the back burner for a while. I want to continue testing you with my naughtiness so you can continue to spank me before I’m ready for that.”

He tipped my chin, bringing my mouth to his and kissing me again. “I like that idea.”

I watched as he dressed, taking a moment to stop him from buttoning his shirt so I could trace each of his tattoos, memorizing each one before I buttoned it for him. His eyes never left mine, the green in them on the cusp of sage by the time he helped me put my shirt on. His fingers lingered on the swell of my breasts before he pulled it all the way down. I lifted my ripped panties, shaking my head. Snatching them, he bent and picked up the scarf, tucking the panties into his pocket.

“That’s dirty,” I joked. He wound the scarf around my neck and used the two ends to pull me to him.

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