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“I can’t believe you did this,” she said, tears swelling in her eyes.

Mason stepped toward her, a rush of her glorious scent engulfing his nostrils and mouth. There wasn’t anything else in the world that he wanted to smell ever again.

“As I said, my love,” he said, lifting a hand to her cheek. “You deserve all of this and so much more than I could ever give you.”

Her beautiful lips upturned into a sweet smile. She moved her mouth to his hands and kissed the palm, sending a warmth flowing up Mason’s spine.

“You have given me so much,” she whispered. “I can’t believe anyone would ever do all this for me.”

Mason raised his second hand to her cheeks and pulled his body against hers gently. She leaned against the shelving and gasped as she raised her chest higher in the air.

“Oh, Ellie,” he crooned. “You are going to be worshiped and given everything you’ve ever wanted in your life. I promise you that.”

Ellie bit her bottom lip, then stood on her tiptoes, attempting to find his mouth. “Kiss me,” she purred.

He obliged her without thinking twice.

Their lips collided, sending sparks through Mason’s veins and a comfort nothing in the world could replicate. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her nails into his skull while raising one leg to wrap around his waist.

“Mmm, baby,” Ellie murmured.

Mason pulled her thigh up by placing his hand between it and the place where it met her lovely plump bum. She gasped again, feeling his strength as he slowly cupped her ass. She pressed her mound hard against his solid cock as he did this.

Mason was already hard as stone, a state that he was perpetually in the moment his wife grazed his skin.

“Lord, honey,” she said, smiling beneath his kiss.

She ground against him, eliciting a growl from the depths of his soul. “You are already ready for me,” she whispered.

Mason’s mouth moved to her neck, scraping his teeth lightly upon her supple skin, peppering it with kisses just the way she liked it. He bored his face into her, wishing he could forever be overwhelmed by her magnificent body and presence.

“I’m always ready for you, love,” he muttered.

Ellie rolled her hips against him as he trailed his mouth down to the crest of her shirt.

He took his hands from her ass and brought them to her breasts, delicately holding them like they were made of gold. He began kissing the exposed skin, causing Ellie to throw her head back against the shelving.

“You’re so good to me,” Ellie moaned, writhing against him as he appreciated her form.

“How can I not be?” he whispered. “You are a goddess and deserve to be treated like one.”

He felt Ellie giggle as he continued to follow the outline of her breasts. He meant every word he said and felt them in the depths of his bones.

Ellie then raised his head from her chest suddenly, with a naughty look on her face.

“Make love to me,” she said in the most sensual, sultry voice Mason had ever heard.

He raised an eyebrow, already knowing the answer to his question before he said it. "Right here?”

She nodded, then stepped away from the giant bookcase. She slipped her hands into his, making his heart soar as she led him to the couch in front of the fireplace.

“Right here, right now,” she said firmly.

Ellie lay on the sofa and pulled Mason on top of her. He adored the sensation of her body beneath his, even if she was still wearing those stubborn pieces of clothing. He met her lips furiously, making out for a long time as he appreciated every scent, every movement, every craving he could sense with every fiber of his being.

The woman was his wife, and he was her husband. He would hold her high above anything and everything that would ever exist in their lives. Mason would simply have it no other way.

Eventually, he could feel Ellie getting impatient. He teased at her shirt as he grinned on her tasty lips.

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