Page 18 of Tempest Blazing
"Tell me what you want," he demanded when we broke apart, both panting. His hands were already working at the buttons of my blouse, thick fingers surprisingly dexterous. "Tell me, Tess."
"You," I gasped as his fingers brushed against my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "I want you. All of you."
His smile was predatory. "Good. Because I'm taking all of you."
My blouse fell open under his skilled fingers, and he made a sound of approval at the lacy bra underneath. "Pretty," he murmured, tracing the edge where fabric met skin. "But in my way."
With a flick of his wrist, the front clasp opened, and my breasts spilled free into his waiting hands. I arched into his touch, a moan escaping me as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
"So responsive," he growled approvingly. "Always so fucking responsive for me."
His mouth replaced his hands, hot and wet and demanding as he sucked and licked. I threaded my fingers through his short hair, holding him to me as pleasure sparked through my body. The cool hardness of the bookshelf against my back contrasted deliciously with the heat of Mason's mouth, creating a sensory overload that had me gasping.
"Mason," I moaned as his teeth grazed sensitive flesh. "Please—"
"Please what?" He looked up, eyes gleaming silver now. "Use your words, Tess. Tell me exactly what you want."
Heat flooded my face. Mason had never been this demanding, this dominant before. It was new territory for us, and my body was responding with embarrassing enthusiasm.
"I want you inside me," I managed, holding his gaze despite my blush. "Now."
He chuckled, the sound dark and promising. "Not yet. First, I'm going to taste you."
His hands moved to my pants, unfastening them with swift efficiency. I lifted my hips to help as he tugged them down along with my underwear, leaving me half-naked before him while he remained fully clothed—a power dynamic that sent another thrill through me.
Mason knelt before me, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. His gaze was hungry as it swept over me. "Beautiful," he said, his voice reverent despite its roughness. "My mate. My Tess."
Then his mouth was on me, and coherent thought fled. I cried out, my head falling back against the bookshelf as his tongue found my most sensitive spot. Through our bond, I could feel his satisfaction, his possessive pleasure at reducing me to desperate whimpers.
"That's it," he encouraged between licks. "Let me hear you."
I couldn't have held back if I tried. Every stroke of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. My hands found purchase in the shelves beside me, gripping tightly as the sensations built.
"Mason," I gasped, feeling the tension coiling tighter. "I'm close—"
He doubled his efforts, adding a thick finger inside me, curling it to hit exactly the right spot. The dual stimulation was too much. I shattered, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my inner walls pulsing around his finger.
Through the haze of my climax, I was dimly aware of Mason standing, hastily removing his clothes. The cool library air kissed my heated skin, making me shiver—or maybe it was the intensity of Mason's gaze as he revealed himself. All powerful muscle and hard angles, his body was a testament to the warrior beneath the gentle exterior.
His arousal stood proud, intimidatingly large, a testament to his desire for me. Through our bond, I felt his need—raw and urgent.
"Need to be inside you," he growled, stepping back between my thighs. "Need to feel you around me."
I nodded, beyond words, reaching for him. He caught my hands, pinning them gently but firmly above my head against the bookshelf with one of his.
"Stay like this," he commanded. "I want to watch you take me."
I swallowed hard, nodding again. With his free hand, Mason guided himself to my entrance, the blunt head of him pressing against me. Despite how ready I was, there was always that moment of resistance, that brief second of wondering if I could accommodate him.
"Relax," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. "You can take me. You always do."
I took a deep breath, forcing my muscles to unclench. Mason pushed forward slowly, stretching me, filling me inch by delicious inch. I moaned at the exquisite burn, the feeling of completeness that only came when we were joined like this.
"Fuck," Mason grunted when he was fully seated. "So tight. So perfect."
He began to move, using the bookshelf for leverage as he thrust into me. The ancient wood creaked slightly beneath us, the sound mingling with our heavy breathing and the slick noises of our bodies meeting.
"Mine," Mason growled, his rhythm never faltering. "Say it, Tess. Tell me who you belong to."
