Page 86 of Rage

“Come for me, Meadow,” Mason demands, voice strained with the effort of holding back.“Want to feel you come around my cock.”

I cry out as waves of bliss crash over me, my inner muscles clenching rhythmically around him, with Mason following after me.

After a moment, Mason eases out of me carefully.As he does, I feel a warm trickle down my thighs, a mixture of our combined fluids and my blood.

Mason presses a tender kiss to my shoulder blade.“You okay, darlin’?”he murmurs.

I nod, too blissed out for words.Mason chuckles softly, his arms wrapping around me as he pulls me against his chest.

“Come on,” he says, nuzzling my neck.“Let’s get cleaned up.”

The hot water sluices over us, washing away the evidence of our passionate morning.Mason’s hands roam my body, his touch far from innocent.

“Insatiable,” I accuse, though there’s no heat behind the word.

Mason grins, unrepentant.“Can you blame me?Have you seen yourself?”

I roll my eyes, but can’t help smiling.His enthusiasm is infectious.And if I’m being honest, I’m just as hungry for him.

As we dry off and dress, a comfortable silence settles between us.It’s moments like these—the quiet, domestic intimacy—that still take me by surprise.How easy it is to just be with Mason.

“What are you thinking about?”Mason asks, catching me staring.

I smile, crossing the room to wrap my arms around his waist.“Just how lucky I am.How happy you makeme.

Mason’s arms encircle me, pulling me close against his solid chest.His eyes soften as he gazes down at me, a tender smile playing at his lips.

“I’m the lucky one, darlin’,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.“Never thought I’d have this.Didn’t think I deserved it.”

I tilt my face up, meeting his gaze.“You deserve everything, Mason.All the happiness in the world.”

For a moment, vulnerability flashes in his eyes.Then he’s kissing me, deep and passionate, pouring all his emotions into the embrace.When we finally part, both breathless, Mason rests his forehead against mine.

“I love you, Meadow,” he says softly.“More than anything.”

“I love you too,” I whisper back.

We stand there for a long moment, just holding each other.It’s still hard to believe sometimes—how far we’ve come, how much we’ve overcome.But here we are, stronger for all of it.

Eventually, Mason pulls back with a sigh.“As much as I’d love to spend all day in bed with you, we should probably eat something.”

I laugh, swatting playfully at his chest.“Are you saying I’ve worn you out, old man?”

Mason’s eyes darken with heat.“Not even close, sweetheart.But you’re gonna need your energy for what I’ve got planned later.”

A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine at his words.“Is that so?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, lips brushing my ear.“Gotta make sure you remember who you belong to before you go back to work.Wouldn’t want any of those doctors getting ideas.”

I roll my eyes, but I’m unable to stop the way my breath catches.“As if I could ever forget.”

Mason grins, satisfaction clear on his face.“Good.Now, come on, let’s get some food in you.”

Mason leads me downstairs to the kitchen, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back.As we enter, I’m struck once again by how at home I feel here.It’s only been a week, but already Mason’s house feels more like home than my apartment ever did.

I settle onto one of the barstools at the kitchen island, watching as Mason moves with easy confidence around the space.There’s something incredibly sexy about seeing this dangerous man so domestic.

“What are you in the mood for?”he asks, opening the fridge.“I could do pancakes, eggs, bacon…”

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