Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Elnora was certain that Mason’s anger would drive him to abandon his promise of a slow build-up, that he’d give in and take her as fiercely as she craved. But no, he was intent on torturing her with that deliberate, agonizing pace. Her skin tingled, burned from the sheer intensity of his touch, every nerve ending alive under his slow, relentless assault. His mouth on her, the heat of his breath, the way his tongue moved against her—it was exquisite torment.

She ached, and the ache was delicious, a slow burn that spread through her, igniting every inch of her. Slow felt good—no, slow was incredible. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced, a kind of pleasure that made her want to both scream and beg for more. Even in the midst of it, as she floated on the waves of ecstasy he was pulling her through, she couldn’t help but peek down at him, her breath catching at the sight of him between her legs, his eyes locking onto hers with a wicked glint.

She was lost, completely at his mercy, and the knowledge that he knew it only added to the fire consuming her. Her body was alive, vibrating with the need for more, but he kept her on the edge, refusing to let her fall into the abyss just yet. She was burning up, consumed by an intense desire that only he could quench.

“Mason,” she croaked, her voice barely more than a whisper, desperate.

He kept her steady as her body trembled, short spasms rippling through her as she teetered on the brink of madness. Her legs shook, her breath hitched, and just as she thought she might lose her mind, the wave crashed over her. She gripped the sheets, her cry of release echoing in the room as he finally let her go.

She lay there, slack, panting for breath as he grinned up at her, his satisfaction clear. He moved to brace himself over her, those piercing green eyes holding hers, filled with a mix of triumph and affection.

“You called?” he asked, his voice laced with that infuriating confidence.

She chuckled weakly, shaking her head. “Cocky prick.”

His lips captured hers in a soft, lingering kiss, the taste of her still on his tongue. She deepened the kiss, her hands framing his face as she poured every ounce of need into it. He moaned against her mouth, a sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through her, curling her toes.

His lips trailed down to her throat, sending shivers down her spine. “You’ll probably murder me if I don’t…”

“I will,” she cut him off, her voice breathy but firm. “You’re right on the mark.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin as his warm breath fanned over her throat. Then he nibbled, and she moaned, arching into him, her body pleading for what he’d promised but hadn’t yet delivered.

“Tell me.” His voice was a low, intoxicating whisper as he kissed her neck, his lips brushing over her skin with agonizing slowness. He moved down to her breasts, his tongue flicking over her nipples, coaxing them into hard, aching peaks. Each touch, each lingering kiss, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her, making her body arch toward him, desperate for more.

“What,” she gasped, struggling to keep her focus as his mouth worked its magic.

“Tell me what you need, El,” Mason whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

For a moment, she could only stare at him, her mind hazy with desire. The way he looked at her, as if he was ready to follow her every command, made her pulse race. He was hers to command, and the realization only made him more irresistible. Her eyes drifted down to his slacks, the fabric taut against his growing erection.

“Take it off. I want to see you, all of you.”

A smirk curved his lips, and in one swift motion, he was off the bed. Elnora propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he peeled away his slacks. The moment they hit the floor, she couldn’t help but smile, her tongue gliding across her teeth as she took in the sight of him standing before her, naked and magnificent. He was a perfectly sculpted figure of strength, his scars only adding to the allure. As she climbed out of bed to him, he stood there, watching her.

Elnora reached out, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his torso, down to the impressive erection that seemed to pulse with heat. Her touch was light, teasing, her fingers gliding over the network of veins that lined his length. Mason sucked in a breath, his gaze locked onto hers, every inch of him attuned to her touch.

“And now?” he asked, his voice rough with barely restrained desire.

“You’re just going to go along with anything I want?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she tried to gauge his intentions.

A smile played on his lips, lighting up his green eyes in a way that made her resolve crumble. He was toying with her, knowing full well the effect he had on her. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to maintain some semblance of control, and circled him, and he peered over his shoulder at her before turning to face her.

Then, with her hands on his chest, she pushed him onto the bed. He let himself fall, lying there as if offering himself up to her. But she knew better. Mason wasn’t the type to relinquish control so easily. Even as she knelt over him, his hands found her waist, his grip firm, his eyes dark with intent. He propped himself up, his mouth finding her cleavage, his tongue tracing slow, torturous circles over her skin.

“Now you’re the one wasting time,” he growled, his voice a thick, delicious tingle on her skin.

Taking hold of his face, she devoured his lips like he was hers. His hands slid down to her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her moan, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she leaned into him. His erection pressed against her, sending a sharp thrill through her, and they both groaned, the sound of it raw and primal.

Elnora bit down on his lip, her voice a husky whisper. “I’m returning the favour.”

His response was a low growl as he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him with a grin that made her giggle. “Not a chance.”

“What happened to slow savouring?” she teased, her breath hitching as he spread her thighs, his gaze drinking her in.

“We’ve got the whole night,” he winked, his confidence bordering on arrogance, and it made her blood sing with anticipation.

He looked down at her, his smile widening as he took in the sight of her, exposed and vulnerable beneath him. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. The intensity of his stare left her feeling exposed, raw, as if he could see right through her bravado to the longing beneath. She wanted him, all of him, and she wanted it now.

Mason pressed down on her, his erection hard and hot, teasing her as it brushed between her folds. The sensation sent a shiver through her, and she couldn’t stop herself from moving her hips, trying to pull him in, to lose herself in his delicious heat. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat slowing her senses, drowning out everything but the aching need to have him inside her.

“You need—”

Her words were cut off by his kiss, his lips capturing hers with a force that left her breathless. His hand found hers, pinning them above her head as she sighed into his mouth. She squirmed beneath him, her body screaming for release as he continued to torment her with the slow, deliberate movements of his hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more, but he held back, his teeth grazing her bottom lip as he grabbed her throat with his free hand.

Mason bit her chin, then slowly, tortuously, began to ease his erection into her. Elnora gasped, her breath catching in her throat as he filled her, inch by inch. Her head fell back, but her eyes stayed locked on his, watching the pulse that throbbed in his neck, feeling every inch of him as he pushed deeper. When she tightened her legs around his waist and rolled her hips to take him fully, his body went rigid, his grip on her throat tightening as he fought to keep control.

“~Sei mio~, El.” His voice was a rough, strained growl as he finally thrust into her fully, the force of it sending a shock wave of pleasure through her body.

Elnora’s head fell back, a long gasp escaping her lips as he filled her completely. His touch, his breath, so warm on her skin, shot straight to her core, curling her toes and sending her mind reeling. She tried to free her hands, to grab hold of him, to pull him even closer, but he wouldn’t let go. His grip was firm, possessive, and it drove her wild.

In one swift movement, her eyes snapped open, meeting his intense gaze. There was a glimmer in his eyes, a dark promise that set her blood on fire. She bit the air at him, a playful challenge, and he buckled beneath her, his hardness pulsing inside her as he gave in to her.

“I guess that makes you mine too,” she purred, her voice a sultry whisper.

Mason exhaled hard, his breath hot against her skin as he captured her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as he finally released her hands. Freed, Elnora wasted no time. She flipped him over with a strength that surprised them both, and he let out a gasp against her lips, his eyes widening in shock.

She straddled him, her body sliding down his length as she took him in, feeling him stretch and fill her completely. Mason’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers flexing as he heaved beneath her, struggling to maintain control. But control was the last thing on her mind. With a sly smile, she rolled her hips, grinding against him as she leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest.

Mason watched her, his green eyes dark with a mix of lust and frustration, and Elnora revelled in the power she held over him. She moved slowly, deliberately, savouring the way his breath hitched with every movement, the way his body tensed beneath her. She was in control now, and she was going to make him feel every ounce of the pleasure he had made her endure.

“Goodness, El.” His voice quivered, each breath betraying the pounding of his heart beneath her hand.

The power surged through her, intoxicating. The way he wanted her—needed her—made her feel invincible, as if she could consume him entirely and still hunger for more. But just as that thought took root, her gaze flicked to his tattoo, and the memory of Enrico clawed at her mind. She forced it away, shaking her head as Mason sat up to meet her, his fingers threading through her hair, his dark green eyes piercing through the moment like a blade.

“Mason—”

He silenced her with a kiss, soft yet commanding, a touch that demanded her focus. “We’re not talking about him,” he said against her lips.

It was a statement, not a request, and it was all she needed. The past could wait. Here, in his arms, was the only place she wanted to be, and she wasn’t about to let anything spoil it.