“I guess I have no choice then.” I hold up my hand to marvel at the emerald-cut diamond sparkling in the dim lights of his living room. An intricate, timeless pattern is etched into the platinum.
It’s perfect. He’s perfect.
“I’m waiting.”
I grin.I’m going to be a bride.“Yes, Mason.”
“Good girl.” His eyes darken, and he trails a path down my stomach, tracing the edge of my panties. “Spread those legs.”
I tremble, gasp, and open to him. He slips past the black lace I chose with him in mind. He strokes, swirling over my clit.
My knees wobble, and I moan in pleasure.Oh yes.It has been too long since he touched me. Too long since I had the kind of orgasm only he can give me. I rock into his hand.
“Greedy.” He squeezes my neck with just enough pressure to send tingles dancing over my skin. “Give me that mouth.”
I don’t have to be asked twice.
Our mouths meet in a blind, furious melding of lips and tongue.
He takes me. Claims me. And it’s right, exactly what I want.
It’s been an eternity, and I feast on him like a starving glutton—mad in my desire, frenzied in my lust.
I strain to get closer. Try to climb him. Into him. His hands hold me still.
I’m so hungry for him—desperate for his taste, for the feel of his skin under my hands.
He denies me, clasping my wrists behind my back, holding me captive.
It makes me hotter, makes me need him more. I press my aching breasts against his chest, rubbing.
He holds me tighter. His grip manacles me as he possesses my mouth.
I groan and hook my knee around his hip, dragging where I ache the most along the hard ridge of his cock.
He breaks away.
He shakes his head. “Oh no you don’t.”
Frustrated, I growl low in my throat then whisper, “Please.”
“Brat.” He maneuvers me to the end of the couch before whipping me around and pressing the heel of his palm between my shoulder blades, pushing me down over the arm of the sofa.
The diamond flashes on my finger, and I smile. I’m going to get this forever.
He glides his hands down my spine. “I am going to fuck the living hell out of you.”
I shudder. “Yes, please.”
“Hard and fast.”
“Whatever you want, Mason.” I arch, an open invitation to do with me as he sees fit.
He slaps my ass. Hard. Once. Twice. Three times. “That’s for making me wait so long.”
Fire explodes over my skin as that slow burn builds, makes me throb. I close my eyes, quite happy to pay his price.
He hooks his finger into my wet panties, pulls the fabric to the side and thrusts deep in one brutal plunge.