Chapter 53
LILY
The command tears straight through me.
His fingers keep moving, steady and sure, and suddenly I’m shattering around them—my back arching, my thighs trembling uncontrollably, a broken sound ripping out of my chest before I can swallow it down.
The pleasure is so sharp it almost hurts, white-hot and overwhelming, burning through every numb place inside me.
I feel everything.
The rough drag of his thumb. The steady weight of his hand between my thighs. The way he keeps touching me through every aftershock like he wants me to take all of it. Like he wants me greedy for it.
For him.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he says softly, and the praise slides through me like another touch. “I’ve got you.”
The words hit almost harder than his touch.
I collapse against him, breathing hard, my face buried in his neck while tremors keep working through my body. His hand stays warm and possessive on my thigh, grounding me instead of trapping me, and something inside me finally loosens its death grip.
For thirteen years, touch has meant fear. Pain. Survival.
But Mason touches me like I’m something precious—like my body belongs to me. Like he’d burn the whole damn world before he let anyone take that from me again.
And maybe the scariest part is how badly I want to let him.