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He groans in the crook of my neck, a sexy deep sound that makes my body arch toward him as if drawn even closer to him by an undeniable pull. His heated skin brushes against mine as he pushes himself inside of me.
My mouth opens and I stare up at him, his steel gray eyes holding my gaze as he enters me, slowly stretching me and not stopping until he’s fully inside of me.
My heart beats faster, my body numb and on edge, waiting for him to move and take me how he wants me. Rough, raw, and making me his.
His fingers dig into my hips, pinning me down as he pulls out slightly and then slams back in, forcing a whimper from me. My body bucks instinctively, but I never break eye contact. I can’t. He holds me captive beneath his gaze.
He does it over and over again until I’m so wet and hot for him that he easily slips in and out, each time forcefully smacking against my clit.
My body writhes and begs me to move away; it’s too much, too intense. But that’s just how Mason is. I knew it when I met him. More than that, I need him. I need this.
I love you, my heart whispers but I don’t say it aloud. Small whimpers of pleasure spill from my lips with each thrust and I swear I’m close to admitting it. So close.
He groans low in his throat as he speeds up his relentless thrusts, resting his forehead against mine and kissing me mercilessly. Our lips barely touch, but they do, kiss after kissafter kiss. A series of slow kisses with our hearts racing fast beg me to confess.
He steals the breath from my lungs. His hot body makes mine burn with desire. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around him and digging my nails into his shoulder.
Higher and higher he pushes me.
The pleasure comes in small waves, dim at first but growing stronger and stronger. They threaten to overwhelm me as my fingers and toes tingle. The crash will shatter me, I know it. I don’t beg him to stop. I don’t try to pull away. I want it, I crave it, I’m desperate for him to ruin me.
“Mason!” I cry out as the wave consumes me, pulling me under in an intense orgasm that paralyzes my body. It’s Mason’s cue to devour me and he does, fucking me with no regard for the state I’m in. He’s chasing his own release, pounding into me recklessly and extending my pleasure that much longer.
I scream out as he whispers, “Mine,” in the crook of my neck again and again. His throaty voice gets louder as he fucks me harder. I can’t do a damn thing but take everything he’s giving me. And I do, with my nails digging into his skin and his masculine scent surrounding me. His large body suffocating me in the most delicious way.
It’s only when he stills deep inside of me as I pant under him, desperately trying to breathe, that I’m able to moan out my pleasure. His thick cock pulses and the wetness between my thighs leaks between us.
He doesn’t stop holding me.
He doesn’t stop kissing me.
I almost don’t tell him. I almost hide from him, but I promised him I wouldn’t.
“I love you,” I whisper and give that piece of me to him too. He doesn’t say it back, but I know he heard it.
He kisses me without mercy, soothing my pain and taking everything I have.
MASON
How long is long enough?I keep thinking it with every second that passes. As if I’m not a complete fraud for asking Jules to marry me.
It’s been two weeks of things falling perfectly into place. She’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. For this fantasy we’re living in together to crumble into pieces. I won’t let it, though. I’ll give her everything she wants and that includes a ring, a sense of security that will seal us together and truly put our respective pasts behind us.
Financially, with my business in shambles and the money tied up in contracts I’m obligated to fulfill but can’t, I’m fucked. I was smart enough to incorporate the business as an LLC, though. Personally, all I have is my house and stocks. It’s nothing compared to her bank account. But I’m stable and when the contracts are finalized and the business assets are split, I’ll be able to give her even more. I’m surprised she hasn’t asked, but I’m prepared if that’s a concern for her.
My eyes focus on the deep red petals scattered on every surface. I want her. I don’t care about anything else anymore.
The only thing I give a damn about is making Jules mine in every way.
I don’t want her to tell me no. I can’t stand the thought of her turning me down or worse, if simply asking her to be my wife could push her away.
It doesn’t matter how fast she is if she runs though, how quickly she’ll turn me down and try to hide. I’ll find her, I’ll catch her and I’ll wait for her. Always.
I close the small black velvet box, making the vision of the four-carat, cushion-cut diamond vanish and shove it into my pocket. Letting a heavy breath leave me, I turn and look at the living room. It’s obvious. So damn obvious that I’m going to propose.
The second she walks in here and sees the crystal vases of deep red roses on every surface, she’s going to know what I have planned.
I can see her now, standing in the doorway, gripping onto the frame while her beautiful blue eyes go wide and she breathes in the floral scent. The lights are low and the tea lights are scattered.