Page 99 of Rage

Mason’s hand slides between us, fingers finding my center with unerring accuracy.I gasp against his mouth as he strokes me, building the pleasure with practiced skill.My hips buck into his touch, chasing the release I so desperately need.

“That’s it, baby,” Mason murmurs, his voice rough with desire.“Let go for me.Show me you’re okay.”

His words push me over the edge.I cry out as waves of ecstasy crash over me, clinging to Mason’s broad shoulders as my body shudders with my release.He works me through every aftershock until I’m a boneless mess in his arms.

Before I can catch my breath, Mason shifts, lining himself up at my entrance.With one powerful thrust, he sheathes himself inside me completely.We both groan at the exquisite sensation of being so intimately joined.

For a moment, we’re still, savoring the connection.Then Mason begins to move, setting a punishing pace that has me seeing stars.Each thrust drives away the lingering shadows of the night’s horrors, replacing them with pure, white-hot pleasure.

“Mine,” Mason growls, his lips brushing my ear.“You’re mine, Meadow.Always.”

“Yours,” I gasp in response, meeting him thrust for thrust.“Only yours, Mason.”

The coil of pleasure in my belly winds tighter and tighter with each stroke.Mason’s movements grow more frantic, his own release clearly approaching.His fingers find my sensitive bundle of nerves once more, circling with deliberate pressure.

“Come for me again, baby,” he demands.“Want to feel you come around my cock this time.”

His words push me over the edge once more.I cry out Mason’s name as another intense orgasm rips through me.The rhythmic clenching of my inner muscles triggers Mason’s release.He buries himself deep with a guttural groan, his body shuddering against mine.

For long moments, we stay like that, pressed together under the warm spray of water.Mason’s forehead rests against mine, our breathing slowly returning to normal.As the afterglow fades, exhaustion begins to set in.

Mason must sense it because he carefully sets me down, keeping one arm around my waist to steady me.With delicate efficiency, he helps me out of the shower, wrapping me in a fluffy towel.His hands are gentle as he pats me dry, pressing soft kisses to my shoulders and neck.The tenderness in his touch brings fresh tears to my eyes.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Mason murmurs, pulling me close.“I’ve got you.”

He leads me back to the bedroom, helping me into one of his oversized t-shirts.The familiar scent of him envelops me as I slip under the covers.Mason joins me a moment later, gathering me against his chest.

For a long while, we simply lie there in silence.Mason’s fingers comb through my damp hair, the repetitive motion soothing away the last of my tension.I focus on the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear, anchoring me to the present.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Mason says finally, his voice rough with emotion.“When I saw that gun pointed at your head, I…” He trails off, his arms tightening around me.

I tilt my face up to meet his gaze.In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, I can see the fear and pain etched in the lines around his eyes.It breaks my heart to know I put that look there.

“I’m here,” I whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek.“I’m safe.You saved me.”

Mason turns his head, pressing a kiss to my palm.“I’ll always save you,” he says fiercely.“You’re everything to me, Meadow.Everything.”

The intensity in his eyes takes my breath away.Mason’s hand comes up to cradle the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls me in for a kiss.It’s deep and passionate, pouring all the emotions we can’t quite put into words into the connection.

When we finally part, both breathless, Mason rests his forehead against mine.“I love you,” he says, his voice low and fervent.“More than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything in this world.You’re mine, Meadow.My woman, my heart, my future.”

Tears prick at my eyes at the raw emotion in his words.“I love you too,” I whisper.“So much, Mason.You’re my home, my safety.I belong to you, always.”

He rolls us over, pinning me beneath his solid weight.His eyes burn with a mixture of love and fierce protectiveness as he gazes down at me.

“Say it again,” he demands, voice rough with desire.

Heat pools low in my belly at the command in his tone.“I’m yours, Mason,” I breathe.“Only yours.Forever.”

He places his hand over my heart.“And I’m yours, my ole lady.”

Mason’s words ignite a fire in my veins.His hand, calloused and warm, rests over my thundering heart.Possessive.Claiming.I’ve never felt so safe, so cherished.

“My old lady,” he murmurs.His voice holds a note of wonder, as if he can’t quite believe it himself.“Never thought I’d have this.Never thought I deserved it.”

I trace the strong line of his jaw, feeling the rasp of thick stubble against my fingertips.“You deserve everything, Mason.All the love and happiness in the world.”

His eyes soften, vulnerability shining through for just a moment.Then he’s kissing me, fierce and tender all at once.His lips claim mine, a promise sealed in the heat between us.I arch into him, desperate for more contact.

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