Page 90 of Rage

We tumble onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, hands frantically working to remove clothing.When we’re finally skin to skin, Mason pauses, hovering over me.

His eyes roam over my body, dark with desire.His calloused hand trails down my side, leaving goosebumps in its wake.I shiver under his intense gaze.

“Mason,” I breathe, arching up into him.“I need you.”

“Patience, darlin’,” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear.“I’m gonna take my time with you.”

His mouth blazes a trail of fire down my neck, nipping and sucking at my sensitive skin.I know I’ll have new marks tomorrow, but I can’t bring myself to care.Let the world see that I’m his.

Mason’s hands and lips explore every inch of me, stoking the flames of my desire higher and higher.By the time he settles between my thighs, I’m a writhing, desperate mess.

“Please,” I whimper, beyond pride or shame.“Mason, please.”

He looks up at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face.“Since you asked so nicely…”

The first brush of his lips elicits a soft whimper from me.A wave of intense delight surges through my body, warm and overwhelming.Mason lets out a low murmur, the sound resonating and sending ripples of sensation through my skin.My body reacts instinctively, seeking more of him.Firmly, Mason’s hands hold my hips steady as he continues his relentless exploration.His lips and tongue alternate between gentle caresses and focused attention.

“Mason,” I breathe, my fingers entwining with his hair.“Oh God, Mason!”

He makes a sound of approval, the vibration coursing through me.I move beneath him, enveloped in a fog of sheer bliss.The tension within me coils tighter, poised to unravel at any moment.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Mason whispers, his words muffled against me.“Let go for me.I want to feel you.”

His words are the final push I need.A cry escapes me as my back arches, and waves of euphoria wash over me.My legs quiver, muscles tightening as the climax overtakes me.Mason persists, guiding me through every lingering tremor until I am left breathless.

As he finally withdraws, his scruff glistening with the remnants of my pleasure.The sight stirs another flicker of desire within me.Mason beams, clearly satisfied, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Exquisite,” he murmurs, his voice thick with longing.

Before I can catch my breath, I feel a tug between my legs and I jump in shock when he pulls my tampon out of me before throwing it in the trash by the bed.

I cover my face in shock, I totally forgot about my period.“I can’t believe you did that,” I mutter behind my hands, and he bursts out laughing.

“Baby, it’s not like you were bleeding everywhere, you had a tampon in.”He pries my hands away and I sigh, giving in to look at him.

My face is still burning.“I don’t want you to think I’m gross.”

Mason’s eyes flash with anger at my words.“Gross?You think I’d ever find you gross?”

Before I can respond, he flips me over onto my stomach in one swift motion.His large hand comes down hard on my ass, the sharp crack echoing in the room.

I gasp, more from surprise than pain.“Mason, what?—”

Another stinging slap cuts me off.“Don’t you ever talk about yourself like that,” Mason says, punctuating each word with a smack.“You’re perfect.Every.Fucking.Inch.Of.You.”

The heat builds in my backside as Mason continues his assault.I squirm beneath him, more turned on than ever before.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper, burying my face in the pillow.“I didn’t mean?—”

“Oh no, darlin’,” Mason says, pausing his spanking to grip my chin, forcing me to look at him.“I want to hear you say it.Tell me how perfect you are.”

I swallow hard, meeting his intense gaze.“I… I’m perfect,” I whisper.

Mason’s hand cracks against my ass once more.“Louder.”

“I’m perfect!”I wince at the sting, but I chase his hand with my ass, actually loving it at the same time.

“That’s right, and don’t you ever forget it.”

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