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“Oh my god,” she whispered, as she brought herself up again, only to impale herself on it.
Beneath her, Mason laughed. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing to her.
Hands on her hips, he guided her, helping her set a tempo. Lacey began to utter tiny sounds in the back of her throat. When one hand left her hip to capture a breast and guide it to his mouth, the sounds morphed into a grunt, then a growl as soon as his lips covered it.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Lacey,” Mason growled, his mouth releasing the bud so that his finger and thumb could pinch it. “I could spend all day worshipping you. You fucking deserve to be worshipped.”
His words sent a rich wave of satisfaction rolling through her body, gratified to know that she had the exact same effect on him as he did on her. She increased the tempo of her movements, relishing in the twin shots of pleasure and pain each time the head of his cock slammed against her cervix.
She ground herself on his member, her sensitive clit screaming for release. The need for it was all consuming, burning her body, her blood, her soul. And when his teeth bit down upon her other nipple as his thumb rubbed at her clit, it was almost too intense.
Cries tore from her mouth. Her hips slammed against his, the sound echoing through the room along with the steady scent of sweat and lust. Lacey’s mouth opened, allowing one cry after another to join and mingle with them.
Her eyes dropped to Mason’s face. His eyes were dark and round, the fires burning within them blazing heat across her skin. Below his jaw, she could see a pulse beating in the hollow of his neck.
Without thinking, she lowered her head and bit down upon it.
“Fuck!”
Grabbing her hips, Mason kept her still as his thrust hard up within her, all the way. The impact set off another orgasm, and Lacey screamed as the world exploded into glittering shards of ecstasy.
When the convulsions had subsided, and Lacey wondered if she would ever learn how to breathe again, Mason lifted her up and laid her back against the cushions. Grabbing her ankles in his hands, he raised both legs high up, placing each one around his neck.
Positioning himself at her entrance, Lacey could only let loose a string of groans as he slowly entered her. As soon as most of him was fin, filling her body up, he increased his movements until his thrusts were as hard and rough as the words spilling out of his mouth.
Lacey’s brain struggled to remain sane as Mason continued to fuck her. Her body felt as if it were being consumed from the inside, and each time he thrust himself within her, he stole the air from her lungs. This position gave him the perfect access to her, allowing him to take up every inch that her body could take.
Christ, she’d never felt this way before. She’d never felt so wild, so free. So goddamn alive. That wild, predatory scent of his wrapped around her senses, promising never to let go of her.
Mason’s breath came hard and low, faster, laced with growls and grunts. Lacey’s hips met every single one of his, hard, like for like. Her fingers reached down, stimulating herself between her thighs as she felt the first tingles of another orgasm surging within her.
Then Mason’s hand knocked it away. “It’s my job to make you come,” he swore, the words coming out with a growl. “Not yours.”
Lacey’s channel clenched around his thick member driving its way through her at his words. She’d had lovers since Nathan had died, more than a few, but none had ever made her feel like this, or took the time to take her to such soaring heights.
Hmm, perhaps mating to this man wouldn’t be such a pain thing if it meant nights – or days – like this.
Still pounding away, Mason turned his head and grazed his teeth along the delicate skin of her feet. Lacey sucked in a breath as they nibbled their way to her toes. He pulled one into his mouth and sucked, sending another pulse of heat-filled sensation through her as she arched her back and gripped the cushions of the sofa beneath her.
She squeezed her pelvic muscles, gripping him tight until he cursed and then bit down hard enough to make her cry out. Hot fingers dug into her buttocks, then slapped her cheeks without remorse.
She loved a man who took control, who took everything he wanted without apology, but still made his partner swoon with ecstasy. And Mason certainly was that man. Lacey rotated her hips against him as he fucked her, delighting in the delicious messages that went from her core straight to her breasts.
Her body began to tighten. “Soon,” she panted, the word coming out strained. Her body cried out for the release, needing it more than her lungs needed air.
Mason’s fingers dug in deeper, hard enough that she knew she would have bruises in the morning. Not that she gave a damn. He could paint her entire body in them, and she would proudly wear them as the fucking art they were.
Mason increased the tempo of his movements, his curses louder, stronger than before. Lacey’s back arched further, almost forcing her spine to bend in half. Her fingers dug into the couch, digging through the material and grasping the foam below. Groans morphed into grunts; grunts transformed into cries. Each time Mason’s cock struck her cervix, she cried out, loving the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure.
“Yes, yes, just there!” she shouted, the words layered with excitement and anticipation. Mason obeyed, fucking her, his fingers leaving her ass and gripping her knees with both hands.
Lacey’s thighs began to tremble and quiver as jagged streaks of flaming hot pleasure ripped through her body. A second later, and Mason’s body shuddered and groaned, as he sank one final time deep within her channel and his own release shot through him.
As he collapsed on top of her, his breathing thick and low, Mason planted a featherlight kiss on her lips.
“My mate.”
