Page 79 of Gray

“Feeling a little antsy?” A slow smile touched his lips. “Want me to do this?”

“Mm.” I arched into his hand as he finally slipped a finger inside me. “Yeah. More of that, please.”

His laugh died away as he sunk deeper into me. His lips slightly parted as he watched me through hooded eyes, easing his finger in halfway before pulling back. Then, he did it again but went deeper. He kissed me as he added a second, and I groaned against his mouth.

Sex had always been enjoyable. I liked hard banging and orgasms that made my toes curl. Some guys treated me delicately, while others like Nick railed me so hard I felt him for days after. But being in Mason’s arms, having his mouth sliding against mine and our hearts beating in sync, was better than any sex I’d ever had.

My soul came alive. My heart soared. And it was kind of hard to breathe.

Mason slicked his cock and settled between my legs, pushing my thighs farther apart. I lifted my hips as he jammed a pillow beneath my ass to prop me up.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, voice thick with arousal.

“My butt’s on Gojo’s face.”

His large body shook a bit. “Dammit, Gray.”

“I like to think it’s not the first time it’s happened to him. He’s—”

Mason’s mouth slammed to mine. His way of shutting me up. I smiled against his lips and put my arms around his neck. He guided his thick cock head to my entrance and slowly pushed forward. My body welcomed him, pulling him in deeper.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I held him tighter, my face pressed to the base of his neck as he rocked into me. I simultaneously felt like I was breaking apart and being made whole. The intensity of the feeling stole my breath, and I started shaking.

“You okay?” Mason asked, tipping my chin up. With his cognac eyes heavy and his big muscles flexing a bit as he held himself up, he was so hot my mind went blank. “Gray?”

“I’m fine.” Though my shaky voice implied otherwise.

“You’re trembling.”

“You are too,” I said, noticing the small quake in his body. “I think our bond is deepening. Maybe telling you all that stuff helped push us to the next level.”

“Like my soul is reaching for yours?” Mason cupped the back of my head and rested our foreheads together, driving his thick cock deeper into me. “It’s like I can’t get you close enough.”

He claimed my lips and licked them just a little, as if asking for permission. I opened my mouth for him, and he pushed his tongue inside. Heat radiated from my head to my toes, and blood pumped through me at lightning speed. He increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding into me harder.

His kisses remained tender though. Soft. I liked the contrast.

I broke the kiss and nuzzled his strong jaw. Sweat dampened his skin, and I licked down his neck, loving the salty taste of him.

My teeth ached as they grazed his throat.

The air rushed from my lungs as the urge to bite him crashed into me. I wanted to mark him. Just one little bite and any supernatural being we came across would know he was mine. And that I was his.

The memory of him tensing when I kissed his neck yesterday stopped me. That was a line I’d never cross with him. Not unless he asked me to.

“What’s wrong?” Mason panted.

“N-Nothing.” I held him tighter, squeezing my eyes closed as I tucked my face in the crook of his neck. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping, angel.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, his thrusts rocking us on the bed. “You close?”

“Mhm.” So, so close. But then Mason pulled out. I groaned at the loss of him. “I thought you said you weren’t gonna stop.”

“I’m not. Stop your whining.” Throwing me around like I weighed nothing, he flipped me to my stomach and grabbed me by the nape, making me arch my back and rise to my knees. And then he shoved back inside me.

“Mason!” I fisted the sheet and groaned as his cock nudged my prostate.

“Fuck, Gray.” He rocked forward, slow but deep. “You feel so good.”