“You’re mine now, Ava,” I whisper into her mouth. “Every breath. Every inch. Every moan—you give it tome.”
Then I push in.
God, she’s tight.
Hot. Velvet and vice.
My hands grip the sheets beside her head as I ease in, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. Her breath comes fast and shallow, but she doesn’t stop me, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away.
Shewantsthis. Wantsme.
And I’m going to give her everything.
“Fuck,” I bite out as I bottom out, buried deep. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to hold back when she’s gripping me like this. Like she was made for me.
She whimpers, her hands clutching my back, and I go still.
“You okay?” My voice is low, shaking. I’m shaking.
“Better than okay,” she breathes, eyes locked on mine. “Move, Mason. Please.”
I pull out slow and push back in even slower, watching her face the whole time.
She takes me.
Every. Damn. Inch.
I start to move for real, hips rolling in a steady rhythm, not fast, just deep. Meaningful. Her legs wrap around me tighter, pulling me in like she needs me buried inside her.
I brace a hand under her lower back and lift her hips slightly, changing the angle. She gasps. Nails rake down my spine.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her neck. “Let me hear it.”
She moans for me, breathless, desperate. Her hands never stop roaming. My shoulders, my arms, my chest. Like she’s mapping every scar, every tattoo, memorizing the man on top of her.
“Harder,” she whispers. “Please.”
“Not yet,” I growl, kissing her throat, sucking a mark under her ear. “Not until you come for me again.”
I drop one hand between us, finding her clit with my fingers. She bucks against me as I circle it—slow, tight pressure—and thrust deep at the same time.
“Mason—God—”
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
Her body starts to shake, and I know she’s close. I fuck her through it, strokes long and possessive, claiming every bit of her from the inside out.
When she finally shatters, it’s not quiet.
It’s raw.
She cries out my name, clenching around me, writhing beneath me, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I keep moving, chasing my own high, hips slamming now, no more restraint. Just pure need.
“You feel that?” I grunt, voice breaking. “That’s me claiming what’s mine.”
Her eyes flutter open, still dazed. “Iamyours.”
