A moan tore from my throat as Jaxon pulled out of me, the sudden emptiness making me ache in ways I hadn’t expected. My body quivered at the loss, my skin still tingling from his touch, from the way he had filled me so completely. For a moment, the absence of him was unbearable—until strong hands cupped my face, grounding me in the present.
Mason.
He knelt in front of me, his green eyes searching mine, filled with heat and something softer—something that made my chest tighten. He was always like this, always steady, always knowing exactly what I needed before I even realized it myself. His fingers brushed along my cheek, his touch warm and reassuring, as if he was silently reminding me that he was here. That he would always be here.
“You looked incredible, peaches,” he murmured, his voi
