Slowly, we begin to move against each other at a languid pace.
It’s quiet, unhurried, and vulnerable, and I have to turn my head when tears prick my eyes. Emotion swells within me as Mason pushes my hair back and tilts my head to look at him. He covers my mouth with his, and I can almost taste the words he’s holding back.
Everything between us builds into a deafening crescendo.
His hands drop to my waist, and he sinks his fingers there, eliciting a small moan.
Waves of pleasure build within me as I buck against him.
I don’t recognize the sounds I’m making as I rake my nails down his back.
Mason drops a hand between us, and two fingers dart between my wet folds.
For a long moment, I forget how to breathe.
Suddenly, I’m falling, hurtling toward the edge of oblivion as my body writhes. Mason keeps me pressed to him as I ride out my high, his name a chant on my lips. Sweat breaks out over my forehead and slides down my back. I blink away the spots in my field of vision.
When I come back down, Mason is still moving inside of me.
He presses his mouth to my neck, his hot breath doing strange things to my insides. I drop my head into the crook of his neck and trace a path up to his head. When I move my fingers into his hair and tug, Mason growls. His mouth parts, and he sinks his teeth into my neck, sending waves of pain and pleasure ricocheting through me.
I look at him, and the depth of emotion in his eyes takes my breath away. To my surprise, Mason doesn’t look away as he thrusts in and out of me at a slow, even pace, bringing me to the point of sweet and torturous pleasure. Our bodies fuse, and the walls between us crumble.
It’s never been like this between us, vulnerable and intimate and personal.
Like we need each other to survive, to breathe.
I want to stay like this forever, moving together so I can’t tell where he begins and I end.
My eyes well with emotion, but I don’t look away.
He cups the back of my neck and bows his head. I link my feet behind his waist and savor every touch, rush of heat, and nerve in my body as it reacts to him. Mason’s rhythm doesn’t change as his hands move over my skin, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and another orgasm rips through me, leaving a hollow ache in my chest.
Mason’s release comes shortly after, and I hold him to me as his body jerks, and he grunts.
Once he goes slack, his arms come up around me, and he pushes my hair back. Then he eases out of me, and a rush of cold air moves between us. With a sigh, Mason tugs me back, so I fall against him, our legs tangled. I place my head on his chest, over the pounding of his heart, and hold my breath.
He drapes an arm around my shoulders and drops a kiss to the top of my head.
I fight off sleep and struggle to keep my eyes open because I’m afraid that if we move, if we even say anything, the moment will end.
Sometime later, I stir and find the curtains open, allowing bright sunlight to pour in. I sit up, rub a hand over my eyes, and stifle a yawn. Then I turn and find a note on Mason’s side of the bed, in his neat cursive handwriting. I hold the note with one hand and use the other to throw the covers off.
I will do whatever I need to keep you safe. You are mine.
In the bathroom, I splash water on my face and turn on the shower.
When I step back into the room, with a towel around my body, a thin mist follows me. A tray of food is waiting for me outside the door, and I take it without sparing Katia a glance. Once I’m done, I step back out, and Katia steps forward. She gestures to me, and I fall into step beside her.
“Where are we going?”
Katia notices the hickey on my neck, and her expression darkens. “We’ve been instructed to leave the house for a few hours.”
I sigh. “I thought we were supposed to steer clear of the club after the shooting, and the run in with Jack.”
“We are, but it’s safer than other places.”
Although I know Mason must hate it, the club is the lesser of all evils.
