Morning comes, and I'm still floating in a blissful daze. I'm having trouble adjusting to this new routine, where Mason and I wake up in each other's arms. And it's the most exhilarating feeling I've experienced. It is only overshadowed by the fact that this feels a bit, and probably is, like the calm before the storm.
" Good morning, Petal," Mason pulls me closer to his chest, throwing a leg over mine, and kisses my shoulder.
" Good morning," I say lightly, but now that the thought has crossed my mind, I find it hard to push it away. How long we have left before everything comes crashing down on us? History has a way of repeating itself. Some sort of poetic universal joke, if you ask me.
A feeling of foreboding tells me that it is not that long. I'm learning to trust my instincts. Appearances can be deceiving. While all of this might feel like a slice of paradise, it might also be the bearer of bad news. I never fall into a space where I feel completely comfortable anymore. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, and in my experience so far, it will. It is always a question of when not a question of if. I'm not a glass-half-full kind of gall. I think some people might put me in the pessimistic category.
But a pessimist is nothing more than an optimist well-informed.
Graham kicks the door open, and Mason lets out an exasperated sigh in my ear, muttering something about Graham being the most annoying human that has ever walked the earth.
" Good morning. Good morning," Graham says buoyantly as he struts through the room with two cups in his hand.
" We have a big day ahead of us. Time to get up," He carries on chattering taking no notice of the fact that we are naked, and he is in our room. Well, his room, but still, damn. The man has no sense of boundaries.
" I liked you better when you were one foot in the grave," I turn around in Mason's arms, and reach for the cup of coffee.
Graham laughs," Thank you for the coffee, but you can go now," I take a sip, and offer Mason the rest.
" We have something to take care of first," Mason adds and places the cup back on the bedside table.
Graham closes his eyes, exasperated " Jesus. You know that this place has thin walls. You've been going at it all night. Take a break. I'm pretty sure that there is nothing left in your balls," He whines as he makes his way towards the door," I'm going for a walk," Graham slams the door, and Mason laughs.
" You need to get laid," Mason shouts loud enough for Graham to hear him, but he doesn't reply.
Turning to me with a charming smile," As I was saying," He rolls on top of me, pushing my legs apart, " We have something to take care of before I'm even considering leaving this bed,"
Sliding a hand between my legs, and the other in my hair, Mason lets out a groan against my lips.
" And what would that be?"I play the role of the innocent doe, but who can ignore the tree trunk resting on my belly? I most certainly can't. It had been poking me in the back all night. I'm pretty sure that there is an imprint of it on my backside.
Dragging his bottom lips between his teeth, eyes shining with mischief, a wandering hand trails down over my breast, pausing briefly to give it a squeeze, making me squirm in his arms.
The smirk that stretches on his lips is downright dazzling when his hand dips between my legs and finds me ready. It doesn't take much to get me going when I have a naked hunk in my bed with wandering hands, and sinful lips, that have kissed and sucked every inch of me.
" You're greedy, Canim," He lazily kisses me, taking my lips between his teeth and sucking on them, all the while his finger teasingly glides between my legs. Under his touch my body is alight, my skin is tingling with a sharp surge of desire, and heat rapidly spreading through my limbs reaching a fever pitch in record time. Everything about him has me tied up in knots. Those sinful full lips, the way his eyes sparkle when he laughs, the easygoing nature that has shown me in the past couple of days. Fierce determination to stick by my side even when the odds are against us. How can I not love him?
" Always," I breathe against his lips, looking into his eyes alight with amusement. He is toying with me, or better said torturing me.
" Are you a greedy boy?" I tease back threading my fingers through his dishevelled mane, kissing him back with a little more urgency. He might not be in a rush but I am.
A chuckle rumbles through his chest getting caught in the kiss, while he slides his finger inside. The fever pitch hits a new high at the feel of his body invading mine, arching under him pressing our bodies together. He groans, a deep, soothing rumble reverberating through his chest branding my soul. The kiss turns more demanding, possessive, desperate, while his fingers slide in and out, making whimper and squirm.
" Only for you, Canim," He breathes against my lips, takes out his fingers, bringing them to his lips, greedily sucking on them. Humming around his fingers, his eyes close, relishing the taste of me on his tongue.
Gently, I pull his finger out of his mouth and bring them to my lips. Sticking my tongue out, I lick his fingers from his knuckles to his fingertip and then slide it into my mouth. I close my eyes, relishing the taste, softly whimpering around his fingers.
" Keep sucking, Petal," In one swift, savage stroke, he slides deep knocking the air out of my lungs, the headboard hits the wall, while I suck on his finger.
Fumbling, I grab hold of the headboard with my other hand, while I watch mesmerised by how each muscle moves, and tenses under his smooth skin. The strain in his strong legs, the way his eyes light up, filled with utter adoration. For me.
This is the part where we forget what's waiting for us. This is the part where we become one. Where I surrender, and I become nothing but a slave to my desires. In those moments, it's just me and him. Us. A tangled mess. Perfect chaos.
The pace is savage, bordering desperation, my body taking a beating most deliciously. I relish the feel of our bodies violently slapping against each other coupled with grunts, and my mewling, it's downright an animalistic act. Almost, a ritual.
Our sweat-covered bodies gliding against each other, seamlessly. A perfect fit.The feel of his thick length stretching me, soothing the ache between my thighs taking me to a lover's paradise. It is a heady feeling, one that I relish and treasure, because, after all it has been said and done, I know for sure that my love for him will never fade away. Somehow, it feels sacred. It always has been.
" I love you, Canim. With all my heart," Mason slows his pace to a more tamed rhythm, but I'm too far gone to formulate a reply. But each time he says those words to me, it cements my belief that this is it. This is it for us.
I've found what I was looking for.
A soft press of his lips on mine jolts me out of my reverie and forces me to meet his gaze.
There is a wild look in his eyes, one that demands a response from me, but I can't not just yet. I'm still conflicted over this, and no matter how many reassurances Mason has given me over the past few days, I still have some reservations.
Clearly, my moral compass needs some adjusting.
When I come back to the earthly plain, I find him gazing down on me with a tenderness in his eyes that has me choked, and still unable to speak. Mason has kept me at arm's length for so long that I find it hard to adjust to suddenly being in the centre of his attention.
He slides his hand under the pillow and dangles a golden chain with two rings on it. I'm still catching on with reality to even understand what he is doing.
The cold metal slides on my skin, as Mason drags it around my neck without adding anything to explain what they are. They must mean something. To him, anyway.
" I want you to keep these safe for me," He kisses me again, and all I manage is a subtle nod, so he knows that I'm listening.
He takes my lips, my body pliant, responding to him as if we have been doing this for a lifetime, and yet it feels new.