Page 33 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

"Of course I like them. You're so beautiful," he says.

"Every single bit of you is beautiful to me, butterfly.

Even this." His lips move to the three inch scar at my left wrist where I had to have a pin put in after I broke it a year and a half ago.

"And this." His lips now move to my right thigh where he caught me cutting two summers ago, and I had to have stitches because I went too deep .

Mason's always been there for me. Has always seen and understood my pain.

I bite my lip, lifting up one foot, then the other, when he goes to remove my stockings and underwear.

Mason pushes me back until my thighs hit the bench at the end of the bed, and I stumble, sitting on the cushioned fabric with a plop and giggle when he lowers to his knees before me.

The fabric of his pants stretch tight against his thick thighs, and I'm struck, amazed at how sexy and just downright perfect this man is.

He's built like a fucking god.

The breath catches in my throat as he glances up at me with hunger in his eyes.

We maintain eye contact when he takes both hands and spreads my legs apart.

My juices coat the inside of my thighs and trail down my ass with how aroused I am.

I go to cover myself again, but he's faster, burying his lips into the bend of my knee.

His shoulders rise with how deep of a breath he takes, then he moves his head to my lower tummy.

Licking across the crease of my mound with a low growl.

He licks and nibbles the bare skin of my mound then moves to my inner thighs, licking me clean. He gently bites my vulva, nipping and sucking one side before moving to the other. He ignores my clit for long minutes, sucking and using his teeth to scrape along my skin.

I burn hotter than I ever have. This feeling is worse than a four-mile run in the sun, and the heavy feeling in my lungs is almost like I've been out there for seven.

My clit pinches tight, throbbing incessantly. But every time I think he's going to pay attention to it, he switches tactics.

"Masoonnn," I whine, leaning my head back on the bed. I bring my hands to my breasts and squeeze hard, trying to alleviate the pressure. "Don't tease me. I need more. "

"Not yet," he says simply, continuing to torture me. "Did you fuck him, Mel?" he asks.

Completely forgetting he still wanted an answer, I flush as he talks to me from between my legs. I stay silent, torturing him like he tortures me.

He sucks on the vein that runs on the inside of my right thigh. He uses his hands to massage my inner thighs, and his thumbs dig into the outside of my lips and press in, dragging upwards and repeating it over and over again, massaging my pussy.

At the first warm lash of his tongue up the seam of my pussy, my toes curl.

When he flicks his tongue hard and slow against my clit, I make a soft sound in my throat, jerking at how good it feels.

He eats me slowly. Thoroughly. Really making me feel every lash of his tongue against my tingling flesh.

He licks and licks until my orgasm swells then he pulls away right before I crest, looking up at me. "Did you?"

My breasts heave, and at my continued silence he lowers his head back down, licking harder. Getting me back to the precipice over and over again, until I'm drenched with sweat and my heart pounds wildly in my breast. My pussy clenches greedily on nothing.

I don't think I'm going to make it.

I give up. I never can win against him, no matter how hard I try.

"No," I whimper hoarsely as tears flood my eyes. "You know I didn't, M-Mason."

Finally, Mason sucks my clit into his mouth, staring into my eyes.

I'm so shocked my hand slaps against my mouth, and I arch my back in pleasure.

"Aaah!" I yelp. My brows scrunch together, my mouth drops open, and I toss my head back on a sharp cry as I explode everywhere.

My hands fly to his head, sinking into his hair.

The tips of my nipples pinch unbearably tight, my body heats up and mists with a sheen of sweat as I orgasm hard.

Harder than I ever have before.

"No!" I gasp, flinching as my juices rush out of me, and he keeps sucking. I try to tilt my hips to get away, but he locks his hands hard on my thighs.

"Be still," he says. "Give me your eyes."

I look back down at him, seeing him lapping every drop up before settling his lips back against my clit.

I flinch hard, yelping as my swollen, sensitive flesh is scraped between his teeth. His hands travel up my stomach to my breasts, where he plucks and rolls my nipples between his fingers. His hair scrapes the inside of my thighs, and his breath washes warmly against my skin adding to my pleasure.

So long I've waited for this with him.

"Oh my God," I whimper, feeling my face contort as he keeps me balanced perfectly on the edge.

He settles into a rhythmic sucking that sets my skin on fire. My throat convulses as I swallow hard. I roll my hips, not able to keep still.

"Uhnnn," I moan, panting now as he's nipping, sucking, flicking the tip of my swollen clit with his tongue.

He moves lower, rimming my opening, thrusting his tongue inside shallowly.

We both go still as I stiffen.

"Relax, baby," Mason says, pulling away for a second to look up at me. His lips and chin are shiny with my juices, and his cheeks are tinged a red.

My eyes flicker between his as he moves his hand from my thigh, pressing a finger into me. It feels good.

"Oh," I whimper, feeling my pussy spasm slightly .

Feeling my bottom lip quiver, I bite it. His eyes bore into mine, and my belly clenches as hard as my toes do with nerves. But he advances slowly, despite the nerves wracking my body.

My flesh spreads apart as his finger goes deeper before stopping, and I know without asking that he's hit my hymen. I didn't think I had one after all the running I do.

I wet my lips, and flex my fingers against his scalp. "Can I have more?" I whisper.

"Yes, but you're narrow," he says, keeping his eyes on me.

He removes his fingers and lifts me up bridal style, pulling back the expensive sheets on his bed and laying me down.

I'm too nervous to watch as he unbuckles his belt and undresses.

I hold the sheet to my breasts and train my eyes to the side, listening at the sound of fabric rustling as he takes off the remainder of his clothes.

He gets in bed beside me, pulling the sheet from me and quickly rolling himself so he's on top, pressing every inch he can into me.

I feel myself flush with desire and nerves at the feel of his body on top of mine.

It's such a new experience, and I'm glad I waited for him.

I wouldn't have wanted anyone else to make love to me for the first time.

Based on the feel of him, he's just as excited as I am. His erection lies hard and heavy against my thigh, and I swallow hard, feeling how heavy he is against me.

"Are you angry with me, butterfly?" he asks, staring deep into my eyes.

"Yes," I mumble, breathing hard. Irritated more like, because our family has convoluted everything.

But it's also a fact that I'm anxious.

So very nervous.

"Good. Then that makes two of us." He grips my chin and turns me back to him. "Don't you ever doubt that I deserve you, Melody. That's the one fucking thing I'm sure of. Please don't take that away from me."

My heart beats wildly in my chest. Every hard ridge of him is pressed against me, and based by how tightly he's strung, how thinly stretched both of our patience is, I just know our first time isn't going to be gentle, and I don't think I want it to be.

I want us to explode with passion.

Mason leans down to seal his mouth over mine, and I stiffen at the first taste of me on his mouth.

However, he takes it slow, stroking his tongue along mine, being patient while I acclimate.

When all my taste is gone, his eyes meet mine again.

I wish I could say that it lessons my anxiety, but it doesn't.

My tummy flips when he pulls my legs back, opening me further.

"When we fuck, I want you to bend your knees back like this," he rasps. "I don't want your legs flat on the bed. I want to get as deep inside you as possible."

I nod, not able to speak.

He notches the fleshy tip of his cock into my opening, swirling it in my juices before pressing.

The fleshy cock head is firm and hot as he touches me.

The anxiety within my core spikes high, causing tears to flood my vision and distort the sight of him hovering above me.

A slight burning sensation takes over me, but before it becomes too distracting, he lowers his head to my right nipple and licks before sucking me into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth.

I stiffen with pleasure and then buck my hips into him on a moan, inadvertently sending him another inch deeper and causing the burning sensation to spread.

Something touches me cool and hard down there. Two little bumps on the underside of his cock press against my entrance. I clench down on him, resisting him .

"Mason, what is that?" I shiver, bringing a hand down to his cock where my finger traces the underside. He releases my nipple with a small sucking sound as I explore. My eyes go wide, feeling a series of metal bumps in a row.

"I'm pierced," he says, a wicked smile graces his face and his eyes drag down my face and back to my breasts. "Relax, sweetheart."

He pins me with a stare, and my eyes roam his face greedily.