Mason remains calm while I regale him with what has been said during my conversation with Ava. Only once I've finished, the painful hold he has on me, loosens, but I already know that his fingerprints have already branded the tender flesh on my neck.
" Son of bitch," He drops his forehead on mine, and heaves a heartfelt sigh, " I'm sorry, I wasn't there when you needed me, " I can handle Ava, but I choose not to. It is a wasted effort, in my opinion. She seems to have a singular purpose and will do anything to achieve it.
I give the back of his neck a squeeze, prompting him to look at me," It's alright. Believe it or not, I can deal with Ava and all your other past lovers. You have plenty of other things to worry about," I offer as a peace offering, trying to soothe his sour mood.
Smiling, " It won't always be like this, Canim. Have you thought about our marriage? " He brings my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the ring." Do I wait, or can I begin to make arrangements?" He offers me a heartstopping smile, and just like that, all is right with the world.
" I haven't decided yet," I throw a glance at the pile of books on my desk, " I've been busy," I say as way of explaining how I've avoided making that decison. The wedding is in less than three months, and I'm not sure that I'm ready to deal with the consequences of our relationship coming to light.
He nods in understanding, and gives my hand a light squeeze, " Either you decide, or I'll decide for you, and you already know how that is going to end," He warns in a stern tone, and I realise that I sort of miss that side of him, once in a while.
" What will that be?" I prod because of the thrill that challenging him evokes.
" I'll be forced to abduct you and marry you by force," He threatens, but the smile playing on his lips takes the edge off.
" Doesn't sound so bad if you ask me," I shrug, and he chuckles.
" Abducting it is," His hand slips at the back of my neck, threading his finger through the loose hair and tugging on it, bringing our lips a hairbreath from each other.
" I will make you my wife wether your are a willing participant or not.So, it's best that you don't fight me on this, " His lips take mine, with bruising force, his tongue invades my mouth, plundering and I already know that his patience has reached it's limits. And the only talking he will be doing for the rest of the night will be with his hands and other tools in his arsenal.
The free hand traces the curve my waist and dips into the waistband of my trousers, circling until it reaches the front. He pops the button open with ease, swallowing my wimper of anticipation. I've missed him. It's as simple as that. I've missed everything about him, about us.
The zipper comes undone in one swift move. As he pulls away from the passionate kiss, chests heaving, the gleam of hunger in his eyes speaks to me like an entity of its own. A language only he and I can understand.
" I'm starving,Canim. I hope you're ready to feed a very desperate man. " He drops to his knees, dragging my trousers with him and discards them on the floor.
" Open your legs for me, my wife," I readily comply because he is not the only one that lives off these moments as if it's the only source of sustenance.
He grips my calve in his hand, kneading the fleash there, his lips following the burning trail of his hand, fueling the blazing fire roaring deep inside my belly. He licks and nips at the tender flesh on my inner thigh, groaning in satisfaction when my body plies to his will.The onslaught of sensations wreacks havoc on my body, and we haven't even started yet.
When he reaches my hip one, he throws my leg over his shoulder, and buries his face between my legs, " Oh, how I missed this little tight cunny," He swipes between my folds with a lazy toungue, savouring rather than feasting. Teasing playfully. My knees buckle, threatening to give out any moment with each swipe of his tongue. We both moan, arousal hits an all-time high, as my world narrows down to every single of point of contact between us.
" She missed you too, " I squeak on when he sinks his teeth in the tender flesh of my thigh.
" You're being naughty," He playfully chides, gently urging me to sit down on the chair at my desk.
" How is so ? " I pant, heaving as if I've run a mile. The rush of emotions coursing through my veins as he shuffles on the floor between my legs has my head spinning. Tracing my thighs, he grips them and throws them over the arms rest, spreading me in front of him. Graoning, he leans back on his heels and watches me squirm in the seat.
When I try to close my legs together, he plants a firm palm on my inner thigh and tuts me," Naughty girl. You're mine now. I've been gentle with in the past few months. No more coddling," He dips his head between my legs, his mouth latches on my folds and begins to suck, and lick. With his hands firmly gripping my waist, pinning me to the seat at his mercy.
Succumbing to his silent command, I lose myself in his touch to the sound of his moans and mine. He devours me, his touch voracious and frenzied, fueling, my own hunger to the point of unconsciousness. Toe curling, mind bendingly passionate.
I finally become aware why women keep coming back for more, when I feel my soul leave my body when the intensity or my orgasm sweeps over me like a tidal wave on a beach with black sand and purple sky. My eyes roll at the back of my head at the sound of my keening, barely piercing through the thick haze of arousal. The feel of his lips languidly ghosting over my skin pierces through the thick clouds. His arms circle my waist, his body presses against mine, his warmth seeping into my clamy skin, and soothing the fragile balance that is keeping me present.
Lowering me on the bed, he crawls over me, his hand curling around the neckline of my strappy top. With one forceful tug, it gives under his powerful grip, bearing me to him.
" So beautifully mine," He breathes in my ear, his hand exploring every dip and curve. His lips trace my jaw, and hover over my lips for a breathless moment, " Now and forever," He takes my lips, sinking into me in one single powerful thrust, tipping me over the edge once more. A rush of tingles explodes deep in my belly, spreading like wild fire, his mouth swallows my moans, and his hips move in time with the tempo of his lips. Violent, devouring, bordering savagery. And somehow, I find satisfaction in the pain inducing thrust, in the knowledge that I drive him just as crazy as he drives me. I cling to him, gripping his shoulders and arms, digging my finger into his soft flesh, relishing the sound of his grunts melding with my own. The feel of him stretching me, bending me to his will, and the taste of sweet surrender.