Torn

Chapter Thirty-Three

Mason’s POV

I knew she didn’t have experience. If she did, then she got it behind my back and that would make me mad but… her every move had an undertone of curiosity. Not something you got from an experienced woman.

She unzipped me and pulled my jeans down. My breathing sped up.

I couldn’t believe this. It was literally a fantasy come to life.

She took of my shirt with a sense of urgency I craved. She had to pull me up a bit to get it off my back and over my head. Once it was off, she pushed me down onto the bed firmly and bent to give me a kiss.

It was deep and wet and I moaned in her mouth, absolutely loving this dominance she was showing over me. She was taking full control and silently ordering me to take it.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so damn turned on.

She moved from my mouth to my jaw and worked her way down, nipping at my neck and sucking on it to leave a mark. I arched it, urging her, begging her for a bite. There was nothing I wanted more than to belong to her officially.

But she didn’t bite hard enough to break the skin. She only teased me, just enough to give a hint of pain and pleasure before moving onto my chest, giving it enthusiastic attention.

Again, I arched up, begging. This time, she gave me what I asked for, biting my nipple just hard enough. I hissed in breath and panted, sure beyond a hint of doubt that if she kept spoiling me like this, I was going to blow in my pants and ruin this.

My hands, without even fully getting my permission, tugged at her hair, just a little. It was involuntary. But she raised her head with a hint of a scowl marring her features.

“Put your hands above your head and don’t move them” she ordered.

I was helpless to do anything but obey.

She went back to her task, licking herself a trail down to my abs. She didn’t spend too much time there, impatient to get to the main event.

I hissed when she lightly took me in her hands, not squeezing, just handling it with curiosity. She stroked it just after studying it, up and down with a gentleness I wanted nothing to do with.

But then she bent and actually kissed the tip. I groaned. And the sound seemed to spur her on because she licked me, the whole length, without too much hesitation. She knew I was hers to with what she pleased. What did she have to be shy of?

She paid the most attention to the very tip, not taking me too far deep into her mouth. It was clear enough. She didn’t want to deep throat me.

I was anything but mad about it. This alone was far more than I ever dared to dream.

She worked her hands, up and down, tightly, roughly. It had me moaning continuously. It was perfect. She was perfect. Her hands, roughened up from working at the site, were just perfect. It hurt but only a bit. Only enough.

And her mouth, that sweet little hot mouth I worshipped, suckled my tip with a gentleness absent from the rest of her actions.

That combination, rough with sweet and slow, it was too damn good. I had to make a damn effort to keep my hands still, to keep from gripping her hair in my pleasure.

But I wouldn’t want to direct her actions, thrusting myself in her throat like I would with another woman.

This was my mate. I belonged to her. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted with me. I wasn’t going to stop her from doing it her way.