Page 80 of Mason

Not until there’s nothing left between us but heat, skin, and the kind of ruin that neither of us will ever recover from.

She’s stretchedout beneath me, all flushed skin and ragged breath, her hair fanning across the pillows like she was made to be laid bare for me.

And I don’t come up for air.

I won’t.

Not when she tastes like this.

Not when she sounds like this.

Not when her body is so fucking soft beneath my hands—trembling, arching, offering itself to me like a prayer I don’t deserve but will take anyway.

I drag my palms down her thighs, spreading them wider, pressing them into the mattress until she’s laid out for me—open and fucking perfect.

Shelby whimpers, a hand sliding into my hair, gripping tight like she needs something to hold onto, but I’m not giving her stability.

Not yet.

I want her wrecked.

I want her desperate.

I want her to know—to feel—that this isn’t just hunger, not just sex.

It’s devotion.

I kiss the inside of her thigh, slow, deliberate, my teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp, to make her shudder. Her breath stutters, fingers curling against my scalp, her thighs trembling against my palms.

I glance up at her—fucking ruined already—and grin against her skin.

“Mason…”

Her voice is breathless, wrecked, like she’s already half gone, but I haven’t even given her a fraction of what I want to.

I hum against her skin, dragging my mouth higher, my tongue tracing a slow, torturous path until I reach the center of her, where she’s already soaking for me.

I groan, the sound vibrating against her, and fuck me, she reacts.

Her whole body jerks, a broken little gasp leaving her lips as her fingers tighten in my hair, her thighs clenching around my head like she doesn’t know whether she wants to pull me closer or push me away.

Like she can’t handle this.

But she will.

I press her thighs wider, pinning her down—my grip firm, possessive—and then—then—I give her my mouth.

I taste her.

A deep, slow stroke of my tongue that has her crying out, her back bowing, her nails dragging across my scalp.

Fuck.

I don’t stop.

I don’t let her catch her breath.

I devour her.

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