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Long, slow drags of my tongue—teasing her, learning her, mapping out every single sound that falls from her lips, every little shudder that wracks her body.

I circle, I suck, I take my time until she’s coming undone beneath me—her thighs trembling, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

She’s falling.

And I’m catching her.

I slide a hand up her stomach, pressing my palm against the frantic beat of her heart as my tongue moves faster, more focused, more ruthless.

She’s so close.

I feel it. The way her legs tighten. The way her body tenses. The way her fingers shake as they grip my hair, as her hips move—seeking more, needing more, breaking for more.

“Mason—”

I growl against her, pinning her hips down, locking my arms around her thighs because she isn’t escaping this.

She’s mine.

And I’m going to make sure she never fucking forgets it.

Her body bows, her breath catches, and then?—

She breaks.

A sharp cry, a full-body tremor, her fingers tightening in my hair as her pleasure rips through her.

I don’t stop.

I don’t let her go.

I keep my mouth on her, my tongue lapping up every broken sound, every tremor, every piece of her as she shatters.

I don’t stop until she’s pleading, pushing at my shoulders, her body too sensitive, too wrecked.

Only then do I pull back, my lips slick, my breathing rough, and I watch her fall apart beneath me.

Eyes closed. Chest heaving. Skin flushed.

Fucking beautiful.

I kiss the inside of her thigh one last time, then slide up her body, pressing my mouth against hers so she can taste herself on my lips.

I smirk against her mouth. And whisper, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Maybe I’ll never be done with her.

25

SHELBY

The biggest threat is finally behind us.

David Eddy is gone. Dead. And for the first time in what feels like a lifetime, I can finally breathe without that ever-present weight pressing against my ribs.

We settle into something that resembles normalcy at Mason’s guest house—a routine that is quiet, predictable, safe. Clay has already started talking about moving somewhere permanent, itching to rebuild, to claim a new life that isn’t dictated by the ghosts of the past.

Mason, however, has other ideas.

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