Page 108 of The Artist
With a growl of lust, Mason picked me up and pressed me against the wall.
My fingers ran through his gorgeous red hair as our lips met in a long passionate merging of our bodies.
This time, Mason slipped inside me as if he belonged there and I was his docking station. Not for a second did I fear he would drop me. His strength was one of the things I loved about him.
Taking his time to devour me, he whispered in my ear, “Every one of your sexy moans belongs to me.”
“Ouiiii.”
“This is our new life, beautiful. We’re together now.”
“Mhmm,” I breathed.
“No more sleeping in different beds. From now on you’re mine.”
“And you’re…” The word was on my tongue, but it was so forbidden that I stopped myself from saying it aloud.
“Say it. What am I, Belle?”
“You’re… mmm…” Flashes of teachers preaching about the wrongness of relationships whirled through my mind. Committing to one person wasn’t done where I was from. It was amoral, selfish, and could jeopardize people’s safety.
“I want to hear you say it, sweetheart. Say I’m yours.” Mason pressed his body into mine and held my gaze. “You can do it.”
“You’re… you’remine.” Those two words felt unnatural but profound.
With a sexy growl, Mason kept pushing in and out of me while kissing my neck and jawline. “That’s right. I’mallyours and I can’t fucking wait for us to be a family. You, me, and the little one.”
Except for my breasts feeling sore, my body didn’t show any sign of the pregnancy yet. Hearing Mason talk about it made me emotional and I dug my fingers into his shoulders, clinging on to him.
My kisses were greedy, as if I could physically suck up confidence from my large warrior.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He growled and increased his pace. “It makes me crazy to feel your desire.”
My eyes rolled back as I leaned my head against the wall behind me and moaned out loud. The exquisite feeling of being filled made me want to never leave this shower. All through last night, Mason had assured me of his desire and admiration. In between our bouts of lovemaking we had shared secrets and talked about values and dreams. He had asked me a million questions and wanted to learn everything about my past and my time growing up in Old Europe.
I’d seen him vulnerable when he talked about his fear of my not loving him. And at one point his eyes even turned glassy as he shared memories of Aubri and him growing up.
“I will never get enough of you, Belle.”
My nails bored into his skin conveying the intensity of my emotions as I breathed a single word in response, “Same.”
“What do you want?”
My eyes were still closed when I registered his question.
“What do you want?” Mason repeated while moving in and out of me.
“Hmm?”
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
A slow grin spread on my face. “Any way you feel like?”
“Yeah?” Mason set me down and cupped my face. “You mean that?”
My gaze was steady as my hands roamed over his strong chest.
“I’ve always been curious…” he trailed off. “I mean it’s probably weird, but…”
