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Liquid warmth touches my sensitive skin. It feels so good I melt into it and the caresses from Mason’s fingers. I hardly feel any pain when his middle finger slips into my tight sheath. He slowly eases in and out and I shudder at the incredible sensation.

“Oooh.”

“Does that feel good?” he whispers.

“Hmm, yes,” I gasp.

He kisses my jaw, my cheek, his mouth never straying far from my ear. “Idus Octobres, e navi egressum in Piraeum tuas ab Acasto nostro litters accepisse, conturbatum, quod cum…”

I’m pure liquid sensation as I moan and move my hips against his clever finger and cleverer words. He continues to serenade me in mind and body, and I give over to the pleasure welling up inside me.

I hardly feel his fingers leave me and his head nudge my opening.

But then he pushes into me and my eyes pop open.“Mason, God!”

“Shh, easy, kitten. Breathe, just breathe.” One hand holds me in place on the stool and the other rolls my nipple, tugging hard enough to distract me from the probing in my backside. “…Febre Roman venires, bono tamen animo…”

I exhale, and he pushes deeper. Intense burning is followed by intense pleasure, the two mingling to create a surge of bliss so powerful, I scream.

The sound seems to trigger something in Mason. He lets go of my nipple and grips my hips with both hands. On my next exhale, he slams into me. Another scream rips through my throat, and my eyes brim with tears.

“Fuck!” Mason’s voice is thick and rough and filled with a menacing edge that tells me he’s cresting his own endurance. He pulls out slowly and slams back into me. “So hot. Incredible. I knew you would be…” he mutters almost under his breath.

After the first few thrusts, the lube is doing its work and the burning recedes a little, but not enough to completely make me forget Mason’s huge cock is in my ass.

More than that, I’m being ass-fucked and I’m loving it. Hell, I don’t want it to stop.

God!

“Are you okay?” he asks when I’m too hoarse to scream anymore.

“Yes,” I croak.

“Tell me how you feel, baby.”

“I… feel like I’m going to shatter into a zillion pieces.”

“You will. Can you hold on a little longer?” he asks.

Can I? I’m a seething ball of sensation, poised on the point of detonation. “I… don’t think so,” I answer truthfully in a choked gasp.

One hand leaves my hip and wraps around my shoulders. He pulls me back into his chest and aligns his rough cheek against mine. “Just a few more minutes. It’ll be worth it, I promise. You feel so good, kitten. Like hot, tight silk fisting my cock. Christ, I want to fuck you forever.”

A red haze washes across my vision, beckoning with a promise of untold ecstasy. “Mason, I can’t hold on. Please…”

“Look at me, Keely.”

I twist my head and catch his dark-gold gaze. Something raw and visceral hooks between us and I stop breathing.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Come for me.”

My mouth drops open and a keening starts in my lumbar region that I recognize as the calm before the most intense storm I’ve ever felt. A roar fills my ears, but I still hear Mason’s hoarse curses as he pounds my ass. He slams into me one last time and holds me tight as convulsions rip through me.

I’m floating on a sea of fire and ice, of rocks and silk. I don’t know whether I’m in one piece or a thousand pieces. I don’t care about anything, or anyone, except the man whose arms shackle me, whose own hoarse cries and hot spurts flood me as we shake through our release.

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