Chapter 38
MASON
I'm going to lose it.
Her hands are on me, her mouth is soft and warm and claiming me, and every rule I've built my entire life around is burning to ash.
I want to pin her against the wall.
I want to drop to my knees and bury my face in her pussy until she's sobbing my name.
I want to strip her bare and taste every inch of her skin.
I want to mark her so thoroughly that no one will ever doubt that she’s mine—a visual warning that I'll burn the world down before I let anyone take her again.
The restraint is killing me. It's a physical thing, a rope pulled so tight around my chest I can barely breathe, and she's standing there looking at me like I'm the only thing that matters, and I'm about two seconds away from shattering every promise I made to myself about keeping my hands to myself.
I want her like I want air. Like I want to live.