Mason’s bedroom is so much darker than mine, full of deep greys and dark wood-tones. His curtains are thick velvet and shut tight. I can see him though, all of him. His muscles ripple over me in the faint light. It makes Mason seem so much more dominating, which is criminal.

He already owns me, consumes me with his presence. But right now, in this very moment as he towers over me, skimming his fingers over my sensitized skin, I’m weaker for him than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

“Mason,” I murmur his name as he lays me down on his bed. I turn my head to the side and arch my back as he leaves open-mouthed kisses down my neck. We’re both naked, but it’s more than that. So much more. We’ve been here before, but this is different. We’re bared to each other unlike we’ve ever been.

“If we do this, can you promise me one thing?” My heart is pounding in my chest because I feel like this is the end. It’s putting so much to rest and moving on toward the unknown. I’m terrified that I’ll go into freefall and he’ll let me shatter when he’s done with me.

“What?” he whispers between kisses.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I beg him. “I’ll give you every bit of me, I promise.” I can barely breathe. “But promise me if you want me to go, you’ll let me down easy and as soon as you know.” He braces his forearms on either side of my head and looks down at me with an intense look in his grey eyes that pierces my lungs, stopping me from breathing.

“You need to stop this.” His voice is hard, but it always is. “Do you understand?”

My heart stutters and lets me speak as I struggle to nod my head. “Yes.” And I really do. I want this to stop and for us to begin.

“Don’t hide from me, Jules. Don’t run from me,” Mason tells me with an authority that can’t be denied.

I nod my head in complete agreement. I’m tired of running and denying myself what I really want. “No more secrets,” I whisper into the hot air between us.

Mason pulls away, looking at me as if he’s going to tell me something, taking me in and making the silence and tension grow, but no words come. Instead he crashes his lips against mine and pushes his body against me, forcing me to spread my legs for him.

And I do, I let him have all of me.

His fingers trail along my pussy as my core heats. He doesn’t stop nipping and kissing over my heated body, his hands roaming freely, taking in every inch of me. I’m helpless beneath him. Falling deeper and deeper into the darkness, and loving how overwhelming it all is.

He groans in the crook of my neck, a sexy deep sound that makes my body arch toward him as if drawn even closer to him by an undeniable pull. Our skin brushes against one another as he pushes himself inside of me.

My mouth opens and I stare up at him, his grey eyes holding my gaze as he enters me, slowly stretching me and not stopping until he’s fully seated inside of me.

My heart beats faster, my body is numb and on edge, waiting for him to move and take me how he wants me. Rough, raw, and making me his.

His fingers dig into my hips, pinning me down as he pulls out of me slightly and then slams back in, forcing a whimper from me. My body bucks instinctively, but I never break eye contact. I can’t. He holds me captive beneath his gaze.

He does it over and over again until I’m so wet and hot for him that he slips easily in and out, each time forcefully smacking against my clit.

My body writhes and begs me to move away; it’s too much, too intense. But that’s just how Mason is. I knew it when I met him, and I want him still. More than that, I need him. I need this.

He groans low in his throat as he speeds up his relentless thrusts, resting his forehead against mine and kissing me mercilessly. Our lips barely touch, but they do, over and over again, meeting in a slow kiss with our hearts racing.

He steals the breath from my lungs. His hot body makes mine burn with desire. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around him and digging my nails into his shoulder.

He pushes me higher and higher.

The pleasure comes in small waves, dim at first but growing increasingly stronger. They threaten to overwhelm me as my fingers and toes tingle. The crash will shatter me, I know it. I don’t beg him to stop. I don’t try to pull away. I want it, I crave it, and I’m desperate for him to ruin me.

“Mason!” I cry out as the wave consumes me, pulling me under in an intense orgasm that paralyzes my body. It’s Mason’s cue to devour me, and he does, fucking me with no regard for the state I’m in. He’s chasing his own release, pounding into me recklessly and extending my pleasure that much longer.

I scream out as he whispers, “Mine,” in the crook of my neck again and again. His voice gets louder as he fucks me harder and harder. My lips won’t close and I can’t do a damn thing but take everything he’s giving me. And I do. His large body is suffocating me in the most delicious way.

It’s only when he stills deep inside of me as I pant under him, desperately trying to breathe, that I’m able to moan out my pleasure. His thick cock pulses, and the wetness between my thighs leaks between us.

He doesn’t stop holding me.

He doesn’t stop kissing me.

And I almost don’t tell him. I almost hide from him, but I promised him I wouldn’t.

“I love you,” I whisper and give that piece of me to him, too. He doesn’t say it back, but I know he heard it.

He kisses me without mercy, soothing my pain and taking everything I have.