Chapter 19
MASON
I'm completely undone—my hand moving faster now, my breathing harsh and ragged in the darkness.
Through the scope, I watch her body tense. Watch her back arch off the bed. Watch her mouth form words I can't hear but can imagine. Yes. Please. More.
I want to be the one making her feel that. I want to be the one between her thighs, making her shake and gasp and come apart, to hear my name on her lips when she shatters.
Fuck I want to hear her say my name.
My grip tightens. My rhythm turns brutal.
She's close—I can see it in the way her movements become erratic, desperate. Her head thrashes against the pillow. Her thighs tremble.
When she comes, it's beautiful and devastating. Her entire body goes taut, her mouth open on what I know is a cry of release, and I lose it.
I come hard, shooting over my hand as I bite down on a groan. The pleasure is so intense it's almost painful—wave after wave, fueled by the image of her falling apart on her bed.
For a moment, I can't move, I can't think. I can only stand here in the darkness with my hand wrapped around my spent dick, watching her collapse back against the sheets.
She's breathing hard. So am I.
Slowly, reality filters back in. What the hell did I just do?
I lower the scope with shaking hands. My jeans are still open, my dick still half hard, my release cooling on my skin.
This isn't reconnaissance. This isn't tactical observation. This is me crossing a line I can never uncross.
I exhale silently. I've already made my choice. I'm committed now—to her.
Hell—who am I kidding? I have been since the first time I saw her. She’s owned me completely, and there's no going back from that.
Whether she wants my protection or not.
Whether she trusts me or not.
Whether it's right or not.