Page 53 of Rage

His words send lightning down my spine.I reach up, fingers threading through his hair.“I’m sure,” I breathe.“Make me yours, Mason.”

He leans down, forehead pressing against mine.“I promise,” he murmurs, breath hot on my lips, “I’ll make this good for you, darlin’.I’ll take care of you.”

His lips meet mine.The kiss is achingly tender, a stark contrast to the urgency from before.The slow-burning intensity steals my breath.Mason’s hands roam my body, reverent.Each touch ignites sparks beneath my skin.

Clothing falls away.Skin meets skin.I lose myself in the sensations.

Mason’s lips blaze a trail down my neck, each kiss igniting sparks beneath my skin.His stubble scrapes deliciously, sending shivers racing along my nerves.I arch into him, desperate for more contact.

“Fuck, Meadow,” he says against my collarbone.“You’re perfect.”

His calloused hands map my body, rough palms sliding over soft curves.I gasp as he cups my breast, thumb circling my nipple.The contrast of his hard body against mine is intoxicating.

“Mason, please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for.

He answers by taking my nipple into his mouth.Hot, wet suction sends lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my core.I cry out, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him close.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he murmurs, switching to my other breast.“Let me hear you.”

His teeth graze sensitive flesh.I arch off the bed, a needy moan escaping my lips.Every nerve ending feels electrified, hyperaware of his touch.

Mason works his way lower, open-mouthed kisses trailing fire down my stomach.My muscles quiver beneath his lips.Anticipation coils tight in my belly as he settles between my thighs.

His eyes lock with mine, dark with hunger.“I’m gonna make you feel so good, Meadow,” he promises, voice rough with desire.“Gonna worship every inch of you.”

The first swipe of his tongue draws a strangled cry from my throat.Pleasure explodes through me, white-hot and all-consuming.Mason groans, the vibration sending shock waves of sensation rippling outward.

“Mason,” I gasp, hips bucking involuntarily.“Oh God, Mason!”

He throws one arm across my hips, pinning me in place as he devours me.His tongue is relentless, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit.I writhe beneath him, lost in a haze of bliss.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, the words muffled against my flesh.“Let go for me.Wanna feel you come on my tongue.”

He slides one thick finger inside me, then two.The stretch burns in the best way, a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure of his mouth.When he curls his fingers, hitting that spot inside, I shatter.

“Mason!”I cry out, back bowing as waves of ecstasy crash over me.He doesn’t let up, drawing out my orgasm until I’m trembling and oversensitive.

Finally, he pulls away, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.I lie boneless on the bed, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.Mason crawls up my body, a predatory gleam in his eye.

“We’re just getting started, darlin’,” he says, claiming my lips in a searing kiss.

Mason’s kiss consumes me, hungry and possessive.The taste of myself on his lips sends a shiver down my spine.His body covers mine, a solid wall of muscle and heat.His hardness presses against my thigh, insistent and promising.

“You okay?”His voice is rough, barely controlled.

I nod, words failing me.My body hums with lingering pleasure, but a new tension coils low in my belly.Want.Need.

Mason’s calloused hand cups my cheek.The tenderness in his touch contrasts sharply with the fire in his eyes.“We stop anytime you want.Just say the word.”

My heart swells.I trace the strong line of his jaw, feeling the stubble rasp against my fingertips.“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper.“I want you, Mason.All of you.”

His chest vibrates against me, I can feel how intensely he wants me.His lips crash into mine, claiming, devouring.He shifts, and I feel him positioned at my entrance.

“Might hurt,” he warns, breaking the kiss.His eyes search mine, dark with desire and concern.“I’ll go slow, but if it’s too much?—”

I silence him with another kiss.“I trust you,” I breathe against his lips.

Mason nods, jaw clenched tight.He begins to push forward, achingly slow.The stretch burns, unfamiliar and intense.I force myself to relax, focusing on the warmth of his skin against mine, the rapid beat of his heart.

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