“Fuck me.” My tongue darts out to lick her lip. I thought shehated my guts all this time. “Well, you aren’t the only one with cravings.”
She smiles wider andstarts to press her lips to mine again, but I turn her around and shove her onto the bed. She lands on her hands and knees. Flinging her dress up, I rip off her panties—the thin silk that has the audacity to keep her from me—then lick the length of her sweet, dripping pussy and drink in myrealaddiction, her delicious arousal that tastes like my darkest sin. The evidence she’s stillmine. My mouth seals around her opening, and I suck so hard, her back arches.
“Mason,” she purrs. Fuck, I forgot how much I love to hear her moan my name. “I need you inside me.” She reaches for my belt.
She turns around on her knees, her fingers curling around the buckle, before she yanks my belt open. I unfasten my trousers, pull out my hard cock, then throw her onto the mattress and follow, thrusting into her heat. Her chest heaves against mine.
I don’t take it easy. I don’t wait for her to adjust. I can’t wait a second longer to be inside this woman, who owns me so completely, I’m a hollow vessel without her. She is my frenzy, my madness. Everything starts and ends with her.
Her cunt clenches around me, starving for me, just like I am for her. I drive into her, savoring every inch of her, using up the last tether of my restraint.
“I shouldn’t even be around you, princess. The way I’m feeling… the monster inside me wants to tear you apart.”
“Let me have it,” she moans. “I crave your beast, too. I always have. Even when you broke into my room and tied me up, part of me hoped you would tear down my pretense and fuck me awake.”
“Fuck, don’t say shit like that,” I growl, kissing her neck, then marking it with my teeth, and making her whimper. “If you see the worst of me, you’ll be bolting for the door again.”
“I’ve already locked it.” She palms my face. “I know you think you need to hide from me because I can’t love all of you. But I already do. Every mad corner, including that stupid red brain of yours. Let me show you how wrong you are. Fuck me, Mas?—”
Her words end in a scream as the nuts and bolts go flying off the shackles, and I lose the reins to the war building inside me. She pulls my T-shirt off as my fingers tear and rip at the black fabric wrapped around her, letting nothing remain between us but the blistering heat of our bodies. Then I ram into her cunt with every ounce of my might, and she screams my name, her body obeying my every thought.
I twist her nipple, pounding into her spot. She whimpers and moans and screams in my favorite erotic voice, digging her nails into my flesh and pulling me closer.
Even after weeks that felt like fucking years, she molds into me like she never left these arms. The same way her eyes roll back in her head, the way she drools when I take her beyond her limits, and the obedience.The fucking obedience.She begs to come again and again until I let her. Then, she pulls me closer for more. Usually, this is when she begs me to stop.
But tonight, she doesn’t.
“Jesus Christ, I’m never leaving your cunt.”
“Yourcunt,” she whispers, driving me fucking insane. “Promise me you won’t leave me again.”
“Not a fucking chance, princess,” I growl.
The thought of her, lying in her silk, wet for me when I was a foot away, makes me go harder, yearning to fuck her very soul. Too much fucking time wasted because I couldn’t give her what she needed—her choice.
The fuck did I know there was a chance in hell she would choose me? Well, she had her choice. She made it. Thank fuck. With one foot across that threshold, she saved my fucking life, whatever that was worth without her.
She is never leaving my sight again. I won’t fucking allow it.
“Fuck, princess. I love you so much.”
“I thought you didn’t do easy.”
I chuckle. “Loving you is not easy, little dove. Keeping you from hurting yourself, watching you leave, and not being able to steal you back, then walking away from you… It’s the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do.”
“Mason,” she croaks and pulls me to her lips.
My balls tighten, eager to fill her in, but I stop myself. The monster inside me thirsts for more and more of her. I pull her onto the floor and fuck her on all fours, fisting her hair in a faux ponytail, then against the glass wall shimmering with city lights, then make her bounce on my cock, carrying her in my arms, while her neon blues shine and roll back into her head. She falls apart around my cock again, kissing me raw and drawing the strongest orgasm from me.
Then I carry her to the bath and soak in her warmth, her sandalwood scent. And because I still can’t get enough of her, and she refuses to beg me to stop, I fuck her again in the bath, until all the water splashes out of the tub and she’s shivering in my arms.
She folds into me as I wipe her down with a towel and wrap her unacceptably thin frame, covered in my marks, in a robe.
“Time for bed, princess,” I mutter, lifting her in my arms and taking her to bed.
And then I do what I never thought I would be able to do again.
I watch her sleep.
