SAMANTHA
Mason trailed kisses down my throat, lingering between my breasts, before groaning and lifting back up to meet my lips.
My god.
He pushed farther inside me, going deep, and I sighed from contentment as his mouth moved over mine.
I loved this man. The harder he went, the more I would unravel for him. The deeper he moved, the more I’d want to match him, thrust for thrust. Harder. Rougher. Deeper. As he moved, so did I. Our hips were glued to each other. I gasped, pleasure coursing through me.
As soon as I’d walked through his bedroom door, he pinned me against it and started kissing me. Not many words were shared. We didn’t need them, but as he readjusted his hold on my hands above me, I knew something was wrong. He was hungrier than normal, like he was starving to be one with
