His neck arches back and my tongue follows the line, feeling his short soft stubble on my lips as I lick and kiss his jaw. His head shakes, but his hands lift me up, giving me what I asked for. I line the tip of his cock up to my opening and slowly sink down. He goes much deeper this way, but I can control that being in this position. He groans, “so tight, ah God, so tight.” He hisses as I sink down as far as I can go then raise up. His hands move up to my nipples, and I relax onto him even more.

Moving slowly, I clench around him, squeezing my muscles when I rise. His hips lift, rocking deeper. He reaches down in between our bodies and pinches my clit. He sits forward, bringing our chests together, and his hand cups my butt, pulling me against him harder. With him controlling my movements now, I just grind on him. My clit hits the base of him with every thrust up he makes. “So close, Masen. You feel so good,” I pant. He speeds up and thrusts harder as I start to come. My head falls to his shoulder, and I bite him through a scream Marking him as mine while he makes love to me.

Masen throws his head back and roars as my fangs pierce his shoulder. He pushes forward, rolling me onto my back. He slams into me hard and fast, my teeth still locked on his shoulder. I climax again when he bites my shoulder, Marking me while he spills into me. I pull away from his shoulder and scream as he sinks his teeth and cock into me. “Oh God, oh Masen,” I moan.

“MINE!” He growls as he licks my shoulder stopping what little blood would have escaped.

If I thought I was Jell-O before, now, I’m water, completely liquid. As he rolls to his back bringing me with him, I sigh and close my eyes. I’m spent, falling asleep before Masen’s breathing slows. Just when I’m about out, I hear, “I love you, Sophia. I know it’s soon, but I can’t imagine living without you. I love you,” he whispers sincerely.

“Masen, I’ve loved you for five years,” I mumble then fall asleep immediately.

CHAPTER 17

I wake before Masen. The sun starting to rise lights the dim room, displaying his ruggedly handsome face. I stretch and feel muscles I didn’t know I had complain of overuse. I smile when I remember just how those muscles got sore. My finger traces his dark eyebrow before running along his soft lips. Not wanting to wake him, I slide off his chest and head to the bathroom.

I’m a little tender between my legs when I wipe so I decide the bath Masen mentioned last night sounds good. I run the water as hot as I can stand and sink in before the massive tub is even half full. Knowing I’ll shower and wash my hair when I get out, I just soak, floating my toes and arms to the top above the water and relax. When my fingers prune, I drain the water and brush out my long hair that’s tangled into knots. Before I turn on the shower, Masen is behind me looking down at me.