She turned her head to nip at his neck with sharp little teeth. “Kiss me.”
He took her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her wet heat as he wished to thrust his cock.
Lowering one hand between them, he slid his fingers along her sex. She was still hot and wet and ready for him. After circling her clitoris with urgent strokes that had her arching beneath him and gasping into his mouth, he plunged two fingers deep into her body.
The sound she made was a sultry moan.
Withdrawing his fingers, he grasped himself in hand and guided his tip to her entrance. As he began to push forward, she stiffened. Her eyes were tightly closed and her lower lip was caught between her teeth.
“Relax, luv. I’ll make it feel so fucking good. I swear.”
She opened her eyes and they glittered up at him. “I know you will. I need you. Please, Mason. Please...”
Shit. There was no help for it.
He tightened his buttocks and thrust forward in a steady claiming. And though her spine arched and her breath caught on sharp little gasps, she held his gaze. And when he might have stopped, thinking she’d reached the limit of what she could take from him, she reached down to grasp his hard buttocks in her hands and urged him deeper.
Within a moment, nearly his full length was clasped tight inside her. She was so hot. So soft and tight and wonderful he could barely stand it. His head spun and his lungs burned and his vision hazed over with the lust running rampant in his blood.
They both remained still for a moment. Their breaths harsh and heavy. Their gazes locked.
And then, she shifted. Just a subtle tip of her hips and a gentle squeezing of her inner muscles around his throbbing shaft.
His balls tightened and his cock pulsed with the rise of his seed as a telltale ache began in his belly. Mason clenched his teeth against the most intense need to come he’d ever experienced.
Not yet.
He’d never been so close to the edge from one maddeningly slow thrust. But he’d promised her pleasure. And he was going to deliver.
With agonizing patience and more self-control than he’d ever had to employ, he pulled out until just the crown remained within. Then he pushed forward again. Entering her in a slow glide. Grinding his back teeth, he repeated the long stroke of his cock. Again and again.
When she lifted her knees along his sides, allowing for an even deeper reach inside her, he grunted with the sheer rush of pleasure that danced up his spine. “You’re amazing.”
He didn’t realize he’d said the words out loud until she smiled and his heart gave a violent jolt in his chest.
What the hell was she doing to him?
Everything he was felt like it was on the verge of breaking apart. But when she lifted her chin, seeking his mouth, he gave it to her readily. Their tongues mated as his thrusts grew less patient and more urgent, spurred by her sounds of pleasure and the bite of her nails in his buttocks and thighs.
It was all he could do to hold his release back long enough to see her come again.
Reaching between them, he found her clitoris with his thumb. Circling over the swollen bud in time to his thrusts, he watched as her eyes rolled beneath a flutter of thick lashes and her mouth parted on a stalled breath.
Sweat coated his body, rolling down the hollow of his spine. His chest felt so tight from his efforts to hold himself in check that he worried he might never breathe properly again.
Gasping fitfully, she lifted her arms above her head to clutch the bedding in tight fists. Arching her back, she thrust her breasts high and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Then he felt it.
The deep pulsing grip of her inner muscles. Squeezing and releasing him in quick succession before dissolving into fluttering beats all around. While her body quivered, he continued the slow thrusting of his cock and the gentle circling of his thumb, hoping to prolong her pleasure as she fed his.
Then she opened her eyes. Dark pools of fire and wonder met his gaze. “Mason.”
His name was whispered so softly and with such sultry reverence—it did him in.
His climax swirled up from the root, tightening his balls, tensing his muscles. Damn, but he wanted to thrust high into her body and spurt his hot seed in the most primitive of claimings.
But he couldn’t.
He thrust once. Hard. Lifting her hips off the bed.
Her hands fell back to his shoulders as she clung to him. Surrendering, sighing.
He thrust again and felt her body tighten around him, as though to pull him deeper.
The sound torn from his chest was a half growl, half grunt of torment. Withdrawing from her heat against every clawing instinct raging within him, he pumped his fist down his length—still slick with her pleasure—once—twice. That was all it took.
He came with a raw groan as his release shot out in pulsing streams against her trembling belly.
The pleasure was intense. Altering. Maybe a little bit terrifying.
When he was finally spent, he began to shake as he held himself above her. He felt utterly weakened and wanted only to lower his body atop hers and rest his head on her breast.
He glanced down to see his seed glistening on her smooth skin.
Fuck. He almost hadn’t managed to pull out. The thought of unintentionally planting a child in her womb filled him with violently mixed emotions. Desire. Fear. Longing. Regret.
He’d made that mistake with Molly. And though Claire’s mother and Katherine were nothing alike, he’d learned his lesson well.
Any future children he fathered would be with a woman who’d want to stick around to raise and love them. Something an elegantly stubborn sister to a duke would never consider with a scoundrel the likes of Mason Hale.
Pushing away, he lifted himself to the side and swung his legs to
