Page 85 of Shattered Promise

The orgasm builds like a slow flood, impossibly tight and hot beneath my skin until it crests all at once. My head tips back, lips parted, and I clench around him, dizzy from howmuchit is.

“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock, baby,” he groans, watching me fall apart with a kind of feral awe brightening his features. “Just like that.”

I ride it out on a broken moan, every nerve alight, thighs shaking.

“Look at you,” he pants against my open mouth. “All flushed and shaking. You feel that?” He thrusts again, slow and deep, dragging the head of his cock against that perfect spot inside me. “That’s what you do to me. You ruin me, baby.”

I barely recover enough sense to cling to his shoulders, chest heaving as he keeps fucking me through the aftershocks, his rhythm turning ragged. The heat of him fills every hollow in me, every place I’ve ever felt not enough. His lips crash against mine, tongue greedy, teeth catching the edge of my jaw like he’s trying to brand me from the inside out.

I want to keep him. Every wild, broken, beautiful part.

I want to memorize the shape of his need, the taste of his sweat, the way he says my name like it’s a promise and a prayer.

His breath stutters

My inner thighs tremble as I clamp tighter around him, molten heat pooling low in my belly. I can barely breathe. My heart hammers wild behind my ribs and I’m not sure if I want to beg or cry or come again.

Maybe all three.

“Mason,” I gasp, head falling to his shoulder. “God, don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna,” he whispers against my cheek. Then, lower, filthier: “Not until you give me another one.”

Mason’s hands flex against my hips, holding me steady as he shifts beneath me—leaning back slightly, spreading his thighs wider beneath the chair’s creak and groan.

It’s subtle, a quiet shift of power. But everything changes. The next time he thrusts up, something inside me shatters. My breath catches like it’s been yanked from my lungs. My spine arches, and my eyes slam shut.

Because he hits something deep—sharp and perfect, like a detonated nerve laced with pleasure. It’s not just pressure. It’s precision. It’s him. And the silver glint of that piercing dragging against the most sensitive part of me in a way that feels almost cruel in its precision.

I gasp, mumbling something broken and incoherent as a kaleidoscope of color erupts behind my eyes.

“There it is,” he mutters darkly, voice nearly guttural. “Fuck, baby. That spot right there?” He thrusts again, slower this time. His piercing hits just right. “Feels like heaven, doesn’t it?”

I can’t answer. My whole body has gone tight with sensation, trembling with every breath. My thighs quake around his hips and my fingers curl into his shoulders like they’re the only thing anchoring me to earth.

He lifts his hand, brushing the back of his knuckles gently along my cheek. The softness shouldn’t undo me—but it does.

“You’ve never felt anything like this before, have you?” he murmurs, and there’s no arrogance in it. Just wonder. And a terrifying amount of tenderness.

I shake my head, barely breathing. “No,” I whisper, voice threadbare. “Never.”

Mason’s gaze darkens, his grip tightening. He pulls me forward, closer, until our mouths almost touch. His eyes pinmine in place, his voice a low promise. “Then let me ruin you for anyone else.”

And just like that, I know I’m already his.

His mouth claims mine again—hungry, urgent, every breath tangled between us like it might be the last. His hands are everywhere, sliding down my back, gripping my thighs, guiding me as I ride him slow and deep, lost in the rhythm he sets.

And then he shifts again.

One firm hand presses between my shoulder blades, folding me into him until my chest molds to his. The angle changes—sharper, deeper, devastating. Sensation rolls over me, my fingertips tingling with an onslaught of pleasure. I sob into his neck, the sound raw and unfiltered.

“Oh my god.”

“I’m right here,” Mason pants, his mouth dragging along my jaw, open and hot. “Give me another one. You can do it, baby.”

I nod frantically, too far gone to pretend I have control. My insides go molten, nerves shot through with white-hot pleasure.

“You take me so good. So fucking deep. No one else gets this—just me. Just mine,” he murmurs in my ear.

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