Page 54 of Rage

“Breathe, darlin’,” he murmurs, peppering kisses along my jaw.“That’s it.You’re doing so good.”

Inch by torturous inch, he sinks into me.When he finally bottoms out, we both groan.The feeling of fullness overwhelms me, teetering on the edge of too much.Mason holds still, muscles trembling with the effort.

“You okay?”His voice is strained, barely above a whisper.

I nod, adjusting to the new sensations.“I’m okay,” I whisper back.“You can move.”

Mason starts slow, shallow thrusts that gradually deepen.The initial discomfort fades, replaced by sparks of pleasure that shoot through me.I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him closer, wanting more.

“Fuck, Meadow,” he groans, burying his face in my neck.His breath is hot against my skin.“You feel amazing.So tight, so perfect.”

His words send another wave of heat through me.I arch into him, meeting his thrusts.“More,” I gasp.“Please, Mason.”

He obliges, picking up the pace.The room fills with the sounds of our pleasure—skin against skin, breathy moans and whispered endearments.I lose myself in the sensations, in the feeling of Mason moving inside me, around me, consuming me.

Pressure builds low in my belly, coiling tighter with each thrust.Mason’s hand snakes between us, calloused fingers finding my clit.The dual stimulation is overwhelming, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Come for me, darlin’,” he says, his voice raw with need.“Want to feel you come around me.”

His words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his hips and fingers, send me hurtling over the edge.Pleasure explodes through me and I cry out his name.

Mason’s thrusts become erratic, his breathing harsh against my neck.With a final groan, he stills inside me, his body shuddering with his release.

For a long moment, we lie tangled together, hearts racing, skin slick with sweat.Mason’s weight presses me into the mattress, grounding me as I float in a haze of bliss.

“You okay?”he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

I nod, unable to form words just yet.My body feels boneless, pleasantly sore in ways I’ve never experienced before.

Mason starts to pull away, but I tighten my arms around him.“Stay,” I whisper, not ready to lose the connection.

He settles back against me, one hand stroking my hair.The tenderness in his touch brings tears to my eyes.

Mason’s body covers mine, a comforting weight.His heart thunders against my chest, matching my own frantic rhythm.Sweat cools on our skin.The room smells of sex and leather and us.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear.“I’m not going anywhere.”

I burrow closer, savoring the warmth of his skin.My body hums with lingering pleasure, deliciously sore in new ways.

“Oh shit,” Mason says, tensing.“We forgot protection.”

My eyes snap open.Panic flares then fades just as quickly.“I have an IUD,” I tell him.“No worries there.”

He relaxes, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest.“Smart girl.”

His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back.Goosebumps follow in their wake.I shiver, pressing closer.

“Cold?”Mason asks, concern lacing his voice.

I shake my head.“Just… feeling everything.”

He pulls back slightly, dark eyes searching mine.“Good everything or bad everything?”

“Good,” I assure him.“Really good.”

A smile tugs at his lips, softening the hard planes of his face.It transforms him, makes him look younger.I want to see that smile more often.

“What are you thinking?”he asks, thumb tracing my cheekbone.

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