Mason's POV
Her moans are high and broken, no longer shaped by thought, just sensation. Her leg is suspended behind her, her chest bound and heaving with each shallow breath. I know I should be close, but I refuse to let myself fall. Not yet. Not until I’ve taken her even further.
“You’re still mine,” I breathe against her skin, my voice low and firm. “Until you say the word, I’m going to keep you here.”
She moans, the sound almost strangled by the tension coursing through her. I grip her hips, thrusting deep and slow now, dragging every second of the movement across her slick heat. She shudders again, and I know what’s coming before it hits her. Her entire body goes rigid, then melts. That’s number six.
She’s crying softly now, not from pain but from how deep inside herself she’s fall
