Page 156 of Poet & Protector

“Mason,” I breathed. This sensation, being surrounded by him, was indescribable. Beyond addictive.

I withdrew slowly, carefully, then slid inside again, savoring the way it felt to move in him, with him. He caressed my back, fingers digging into my shoulder blades. His legs wrapped around me as his body rocked against mine. When his hands traveled to my lower back and then his palms gripped my ass, I knew what he was asking for.

I began to thrust harder, tunnel deeper. Mason gasped; his fingers dug into me, urging me on. He arched up into me, our bodies moving in a perfect rhythm. I lost myself in the wild need to possess him, hips pistoning faster and faster.

Mine. Always mine.

Pleasure coiled in my belly, seizing up at the base of my spine, an impossible ache building. I sank my teeth into his shoulder and drove into him ruthlessly. Mason suddenly cried out, wet heat spilling between us, and his body clamped around me like a vise. He shuddered and clung to me as I followed him over the edge, snarling while my body pulsed and emptied into his.

I eased my fangs out of Mason’s flesh, lapping at the trickle of blood until the wound began to close. Pushing up to rest my weight on my elbows, I looked down at him. His eyes were glazed over with pleasure.

“I love you,” he said, smiling.

I bent to kiss him.

Mason sighed happily. “That was incredible.”

“Yes.” I nuzzled his nose.

I carefully extricated myself from him and rolled onto my side. Mason turned with me, snuggling into the curve of my body. I rested my chin on the top of his head and ran my hand up and down his spine. He kissed my collar bone, then nestled his cheek against my shoulder as we basked in the warmth of the fire and lingering pleasure.

“We should take a shower,” he said a short while later, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at me.

His fingertips tripped along my shoulder, then lightly grazed my chest.

“Mmmm,” I replied. “In a minute. This is nice.”

“It is,” he agreed. “But remember the last time we took a shower here?”

His idle touch became an intentional caress.

I laughed. I did remember. “You’re ready to go again?”

“I’m not the only one.” Mason cast a meaningful glance down my body.

He wasn’t wrong.

Flashing me an impish smile, Mason rolled off the bed and strolled toward the bathroom.

He looked over his shoulder. “I’m taking a shower. You can come if you want. And yes, I mean that in both ways.”

I was tempted to make him wait, but the minute I heard the water running my mind filled with images of Mason drenched with water. I couldn’t hold out no matter how much I wanted to drive him crazy with anticipation.

Leaving the bed, but grabbing the lube and taking it with me, I made my way to the bathroom. It was small, already filling with steam, but that only made it appear as if an ethereal fog was swirling around Mason’s naked body. The water pouring over him left a sheen on his skin and my fingers twitched with the need to slip along every sweet curve of his muscles and sharp angle of his bones.

When I stepped into the shower, Mason grinned. “That didn’t take long.”

I flattened my palms against his chest then slowly slid my hands down his torso. “You offered a compelling incentive.”

“Did I?” Mason teased, but I watched his irises darken.

“Yes.” I lifted one hand to run my fingers through his wet hair. “I want you on your knees.”

He didn’t hesitate, immediately sinking to the shower floor to look up at me through eyelashes sparkling with water droplets.

“But what do I do now that I’m down here?” he asked, his gaze taunting.

A smile worked its way onto my lips at the cue he wanted me to continue taking charge.