We spend the remainder of the night, worshipping each other, and making up for lost time. Fate is a strange thing, no one is privy to the machinations that push and pull at the strings which take us into places and bring and take people out of our lives accordingly. My father was a big believer in fate, but I'm still sceptical.
Gazing into my eyes," I've missed you so much, Canim," He says breathlessly against my lips. In his arms, I'm plagued by a feverish rush, my skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, and I'm starting to think that this whole naked thing, wasn't such a great idea. It feels a lot like torture. Our bodies slide against each other, the friction- a welcomed reprieve- but not nearly enough. I'm in heat, and all I can think about is the feel of him inside of me. And there is quite a bit of him.
We are panting, lost in a feverish kiss, his hands are fisting my hair, keeping me in place while he ravishes my mouth, and my mind feels like a foreign land.
" Fuck, Petal," He pants, nipping at my bottom lip," I can't wait to fuck you," Well, that makes two of us. I'm not very far from raping him. Admittedly, is not one of my proudest moments. Also, not ashamed of that thought. It seems that I have a new low when it comes to Mason.
" Mason," The plea comes out wantonly, my hand sliding down over his taught muscles, through the patch of hair, and greedily latching onto his thick dick. I shudder at the prospect of him sliding over me, our bodies writhing against each other, seeking release.
He groans in my mouth, and I moan at the feel of his silky skin in my hand.
" Fuck, fuck," He lets out a string of curses when he slides his hand between my legs and finds me ready and waiting. Oh, I've been waiting for quite a long time.
" I've missed you tight little cunny, " He kisses me with a bruising force, all tenderness has long vanished, and I'm reacquainted with the old Mason. The one that took me savagely, tilting my world on its axis.
I'm too dazed to find any witty remark, instead, I swipe my thumb over the crown of his thick dick and groan in his mouth.
A groan rumbles in his chest, deep, and velvety, a heady sensation washing over me leaving me breathles. The haze of lust is so thick that neither of us is holding back anymore. Logic thinking doesn't belong in the bedroom, most certainly left this building about two hours ago.
In a fell sweep, he rolls me on my back and settles between my legs, his cock resting heavily on my stomach, twitching when Mason dips his head and sucks on my nipple.
My nerve endings are officially fried from the amount of heat we are emanating. I'm burning up, any more and we will probably combust.
" I'm begging you...I'm going to die," He lets go of my nipple, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin making me writhe under him, and whimper. It comes out more like a whine to my ears, but it catches his attention, and his eyes alight with amusement and lust.
" Since you're asking so nicely," He smirks at me, and in one swift move, he slides deep, making me arch off the bed, groaning in pain and pleasure at the brutal invasion. He stills, hovering over me, and I open my eyes to find him staring at me with a dazed expression and glassy eyes. Another whimper crawls up my throat at the stinging pain between my legs. Merciful, when it comes to beside manners doesn't quite fit Mason. And I'm no exception.
Oh, how I have missed this. I didn't realise until that moment, just how much.
His eyes search mine, " I love you Canim. My soul, my heart, my everything," I've never seen Mason this soft, this tender and so fucking lovable that it makes me cry.
A tear slips from the corner of my eye, a notch appears between his brows, and concern etches on his expression.
" Why are you crying, Petal?" He kisses each tear, his heavy breath brushing against my wet skin, making me shiver.
" I'm happy," I squeeze out, with a small sniffle, internally, I kick myself for crying at the worst possible moment.
In response, he flexes his hips, sliding himself even deeper, making me moan, bowing off the bed, pressing to his chest," This should make you exhilarant, then," He leans in and takes my lips and slowly begins to move," Your tight little cunny is giving me the best welcome home party in all known history," He breathes against my lips, while he picks up his pace from slow to a steady rhythm. I know he is slow for my sake, and this is not sex anymore.
His hand finds mine, threading our fingers together while pressing our foreheads together. Digging my heels in his thighs, I mould myself onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust, falling into a deliciously unfamiliar, and yet it feels like coming home. As always, there is a natural dynamic between us, regardless of what we say to each other. Actions speak louder than words. And he chose to be here, even when he doesn't have to.
" Promise me that you'll never leave again," He slams a bit harder to drive the point home," I want to hear you say it," He says gruffly, slamming again, bringing back a little of his savagery that I loved in the past. And still, do.
" I promise," I moan when he slams again harder demanding an answer from me.
" That's my good girl," He groans against my lips, kissing me feverishly while I arch off the bed, free-falling into an ocean of pleasure. One that would willingly drown. My eyes find him, and for the first time in a very long time, despite their usual artic glare, I find warmth, and adoration when he gazes back at me.
" Fuck," He rolls on his back pulling me with him while I'm still floating in a different dimension. I love that place. The lover's paradise. A place that I found only thanks to him.
" Fuck me, Canim," He rasps, and I roll my hips, relishing the way his finger digs into my flesh, bordering painful, branding me with his touch.
" The view is exquisite from down here," He slides his hand on my sides, palming my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, a shudder rolls through me at the possessiveness of his touch. At that moment I'm not me anymore, I barely recognise the girl, riding Mason at a demonic pace. A pace that I know he loves.
He squeezes my breast painfully," Good girl. Fuck me like you own me," And I do.
Lifting his hips off the bed, he guides me to go faster, letting out a long moan, " Take it all, Petal," He tenses under me, but I'm too far gone to stop, chasing my own release. I follow after a few more strokes and collapse onto Mason, trying and failing to catch my breath.
" Fuck, Canim. You fuck me like a demoness. And I fucking breathe for these moments," I'm spent, too spent to even reply, and I'm grateful that Graham is comatose in the bedroom. Because we weren't quiet.
I'm pretty sure that the entirety of Meza's population has heard us fuck.
" Told you I was fine," I pant, and Mason chuckles.
" That you did," He slides a finger under my chin bringing my lips to meet his, and kisses me tenderly. There is no urgency, no desperation. Just adoration. And I know that we will be alright.
I hope we will.