“Ourbaby,” Mason hisses. “You’renotthe only one who gets to be upset about this. For weeks, you looked me in the eye, slept in the same bed, and fucked me while keeping a secret. You don’t get the moral high ground here, London.”
“Well, if I’m so fucking awful, why don’t you just send me away?”
Mason goes still, and his hands clench and unclench at his sides. He stares at me, digging his nails into my arms.
“I am not sending you away. Don’t ever say those words again. Do you understand me?”
“It would be easier for everyone.”
“You’re mine, London.” Mason backs me up against the wall. “It doesn’t matter what you do or where you go. I am not giving you up.”
“Mason—”
He presses a finger to my lips and releases my arms. “No. It’s too late for both of us now. Don’t you get that?”
“Mason, I—” He silences me with a kiss, searing and unyielding, and it makes my toes curl. His fingers move to my sides, and I lift my fingers to his hair. When I give him a firm tug, he growls and nips on my lower lip. My lips part, and his tongue sweeps in, demanding.
Mason kisses me like his life depends on it.
He pulls my shirt over my head and unhooks my bra.
Then, without warning, Mason’s hands move to the buttons of my jeans, unfastening them and sliding them off. He kneels in front of me, throws my leg over his shoulders, and buries his face between my thighs.
I rake my nails over his back. “Fuck.”
Mason rubs his mouth against my pulsing hot center, and I buck. “I can smell how much you want me. Do you have any idea how intoxicating it is?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head.
Mason pushes one finger between my wet folds, then another. “I could smell it all day.”
I shudder when he begins to move inside of me. “Mason, please.”
“I love hearing you beg for me.” My feet touch the ground, and Mason grips the back of my neck. My eyes fly open as he kisses me again. Before I can deepen the kiss, his fingers begin to move inside of me, and waves of pleasure build within me.
Without breaking our kiss, he carries me to the bed.
As soon as he sets me down, my fingers move to his pants. In one quick move, I push them and his boxers down, allowing his erection to spring free. Mason reaches for me, and we collide.
Suddenly, we’re all teeth and limbs, and it’s not enough.
I blink, and he’s on top of me, and his teeth sink into my neck.
I arch my back as Mason nudges my legs apart and throws his head back and growls. Then, he lifts my arms over my head and pins them against the headboard. I buck and thrash as he rubs himself against me, but stops short of giving me what I want.
What we both need.
I pant and blow away an errant lock of hair. “What are you doing?”
“You can’t have what you want yet, little kitten,” Mason says, his eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin. I whimper when his free hand rolls one nipple, then the other, until they’re as hard as pebbles. His eyes stay on me as he lowers his head and takes one nipple between his teeth.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my hips rise off the mattress.
“So eager,” Mason murmurs, into my skin. “You need to be punished.”
I exhale. “Yes.”
Mason chuckles as he moves to the other nipple. “Look at you, panting for me. I love seeing you lose control like this.”
