Page 97 of The Young & the Sinner

For the longest time, it was just him and me and nothing else in this world mattered anymore. I spent so long trying to make my problems feel insignificant, I was pretty damn tired. But Mason was able to obliterate all of that with a simple touch.

His hands moved under my shirt, and then he grasped my breasts in his hand, weighing the globes before massaging them.

I gasped from the sensation, and Mason pinched my nipples between his fingers, tugging.

“Mason.”

He kissed me to silence me. When I moved my hands up to touch him, he snatched them gently in one of his big hands and pulled them up over my head. I tried to move them, but Mason’s hold was firm, and I knew he wanted me to keep my hands up there.

Like this, I was under his mercy. His control.

I didn’t have to think, because Mason was doing it for me. I relaxed a little and let out a soft moan when he deepened the kiss.

This was so much better than our first kiss. It was everything, and I didn’t want it to end.

He made everything feel better.

Tears fell down the side of my cheeks, and when he felt it, he pulled away quickly.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded, and smiled, even though he couldn’t see. “I’m sorry. It’s just, everything is better with you.”

He didn’t say anything for a long while, then I felt him nod.

Giving me one last kiss, he moved off my body and back to his side of the bed. Then, he wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me to the protective cocoon of his. Exhaustion from the day finally won out, and I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

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