Page 91 of Fallen Hero

Mason eased out of me. “I know what you need.”

All right, okay, yes, he knew what I needed. That felt good. He slowly pushed back in, and that felt better.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” I breathed.

Mason gave me a few more slow, sluggish, languid strokes. The ache intensified. I was hot and shivering at the same time. I felt restless. My skin tingled.

“I need to move, baby. You ready for more?” His rough, hoarse voice sent a tremor through me.

“Yes.”

Mason’s lips went to my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him better access. His tongue blazed a trail down to my throat, and there, he told me in that same coarse, raw voice that made my blood heat, “Wrap your legs around me.”

I did as I was told. Then something amazing happened—Mason slid deeper.

Now that felt great. Overwhelmingly, astoundingly great.

“Fuck, Calli, you feel beautiful.”

So did he, but my breath left my lungs in a whoosh, taking my voice with it when his hand skimmed over my breast. All thoughts vanished when his thrusts became more powerful—deeper, not faster. His thumb strummed my nipple. I arched, wanting more of something I didn’t understand.

Instinctively, my hips surged up. “Oh my God.”

Tremors shot through me. My legs tightened. My hands decided to get in the game, moving around to his back where hard, smooth, hot skin awaited. I could feel his tension under my palms, muscles coiled, straining to keep control.

I didn’t want Mason’s control. I wanted him to feel what he was giving me.

“More,” I whimpered.

His fingers captured my nipple, his thrusts turned into drives, the tension in his back tightened. The throbbing between my legs became unbearable. I squirmed with each plunge of his cock, grinding, reaching, craving.

Mason groaned against my throat. I felt the vibration. I memorized it. I locked it away to revisit it later—every feeling, every thrust, every breath, every groan, touch, kiss. They were mine for eternity. I could lose everything, I could never have it again, but I’d never lose this. I’d never forget.

“Christ,” he rasped. “So fucking beautiful. Nothing better than your sleek, tight pussy taking my cock.”

I felt a rush of wet. My breath hitched. My orgasm floated just out of reach. I felt like I was going to come out of my skin, fevered, frantic, desperate.

“Look at me, baby.”

I opened my eyes, not remembering when I closed them, but happy he’d ordered them open. No, seeing the stark desire swirling in his eyes, the normal jade green now emerald, I was ecstatic.

“You’re gonna let go and come with me,” he told me with a swivel of his hips, grinding down hard.

That desperate feeling strengthened with each drive of his cock. My pulse went wild. The air around me felt like I was in a sauna, hot and humid and hard to breathe.

“Mason,” I pleaded, trembling all over.

He forged deeper, harder, faster, angled his thrusts just right.

Then everything disappeared, his hot skin under my palms, the air in my lungs, my legs, his eyes. All that was left was the sweetest euphoria I’d ever experienced. An explosion that swept me away into a place where all I could feel was intense pleasure.

“That’s it, Calli. Fuck, baby, fuck!”

I sucked in breath, only to have it stolen again when Mason’s thrusts turned ruthless, uncontrolled, brutal.

“Oh my God!”