Page 86 of Shattered Promise

My heart trips hard in my chest and my body seizes tight. I sink my nails into his shoulders. “I can’t—I’m gonna?—”

“Give it to me.” His voice is rough silk. Command wrapped in care. “Let go, Trouble. I’ve got you.”

The orgasm tears through me like it’s been waiting years. It’s the most intense orgasm of my life. A full-body unraveling that rips my breath away. My thighs lock tight around his hips, vision whiting out, his name breaking over my tongue like a prayer—raw and shaking.

And he’s right there with me.

I feel it—the sharp, desperate snap of his control. His hips stutter once, twice, then slam home as he groans into my shoulder, low and reverent.

“Fuck.Abby. ”

We fall apart together. Loud and breathless and fucking perfect.

He holds me through the aftershocks, one hand splayed across my back, the other buried in my hair. Our hearts beat like twin hammers against our ribs, trying to sync back into something survivable.

Mason’s fingers trace slow lines up and down my spine, lazy and aimless. Like he’s memorizing every vertebrae. Every freckle. My body feels like melted wax, like my bones liquefied and I forgot how to hold myself up.

“You okay?” His mouth finds my temple. A slow press of lips.

I hum, eyes closed. “Still deciding if I’ve died or just transcended.”

He chuckles, warm against my temple. “You were loud.”

“You liked it.”

“Hell yeah I did.”

A long beat passes. His breath in my hair and my hand splayed across his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall.

I shift just slightly, and he exhales when I do—like even the tiniest movement of me around him is too much. His arm cinches tighter around my waist.

“Don’t move yet,” he murmurs. “Just—stay.”

I nod, eyes still closed. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” I confess quietly.

He just tightens his grip. “Me neither,” he whispers.

I shift again, half-dazed, limbs loose and tangled, but still joined with him—our bodies slow to let go.

“Is it always like that?” I murmur, the words barely more than breath. “Does it always feel so fucking good?”

Mason huffs a low laugh, but it’s ragged around the edges. His cock twitches deep inside me, and his hand tightens reflexively at my waist.

“God,” he mutters, voice hoarse. “Fuck, no. Not ever.”

I lift my head, brows raised, caught between amusement and disbelief.

He tips his forehead against mine, breath still uneven. “Nothing in this world has ever felt as good as you squeezing the life out of my cock.”

I snort, completely unladylike, burying my face in the crook of his neck. “Jesus, Mason.”

He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Don’t laugh, baby. I swear, every time you do that, your cunt tightens around me like a fucking vice.”

I can’t help it, I laugh again. A little breathless, a little giddy. “You’re so dramatic.”

His grip flexes at my hips, and he leans back just enough to look at me, eyes glinting. “Have mercy on me, Trouble.”

Still laughing, I press a kiss to his jaw and slowly rise up, feeling the deliberate drag as he slips out of me. It’s a slow slide, warm and wet and intimate, and even though we just came, he’s still half-hard, flushed and heavy against his thigh.

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