When she fell for someone, that person would be sweet and clean. Unfettered by a violent past. Mason would make sure of it.
But first, he would make love to her.
He would put a lifetime of love into this one time.
With that thought wrapped around his heart, and with Alex wrapped around his body, he began to move. Slowly. Softly. Shallow strokes that had a voice in his head growling mine, mine, mine with every forward motion of his hips.
Her lips sought his. He obliged. When he plunged his tongue inside her mouth, he swallowed the sound of her moan. Took it into himself so it could knit with the fabric of his being.
Alex, Alex, Alex…
Her name was a silent song that matched his strokes. Her little nipples grazed his chest. One more exquisite sensation on top of the mind-melting sensation of her tight body surrounding him so thoroughly.
Speaking of her tight body…
It grew more accustomed to the intrusion of his own. Every thrust home was a little easier. Every slick slide back was a little more fluid. He stretched her. Smoothed out every fold. Owned every inch he touched.
Picking up the rhythm, he simultaneously lengthened his strokes. The feel of her, all that wet heat sliding against him, sucking at him, had his brain buzzing right along with his balls.
He was drugged by the feel of them together. By the way she sank her teeth into his shoulder, her tongue laving his skin. By the way her hips rose to meet him move for move. By the way she let out a lusty growl when he sank deep and held firm, the tip of his dick smashed hard against the entrance to her womb.
He wanted to see, needed to see.
Gently gripping her hip with one hand, he used the other hand to lift himself. She grumbled unhappily and tried to pull him back.
“Shh,” he whispered. “I wanna look at us, Alex. I wanna see the point where you stop and I start. And I wanna know we’re connected even beyond that.”
He did just that, and it was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. She was so pink. So sweet. So deliciously swollen around him that when he pulled back, her body tried to go with him, her flesh dragging wetly against his shaft.
He was harder than he’d ever been. He looked monstrous and red.
If she hadn’t been mewling and squirming, her hands on his hips, urging him forward, he might have thought there was no way he wasn’t hurting her. It seemed impossible that—
“Oh my god.” Her breath was hot against his chest. She’d lifted her head to see, too, and she obviously found the sight as stimulating as he did because her pupils dilated until they eclipsed her irises. “Move,” she whispered. “I want to see us and—Oh my god!”
He was already doing as instructed, and truly, it was a wonder he didn’t come on the spot. He was close. Too close. If he kept watching, he’d get closer still.
Closing his eyes, he pistoned his hips harder. Grinding into her on the downstroke. Hoping he could last even though, with every thrust, his heart beat faster, his breaths came harder, and more and more of his brain cells died.
Not to mention his balls. The hum inside them grew angry. Desperate. They needed release. They’d waited too long. He’d waited too long.
“Your pussy’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever felt.” He adjusted his angle until the head of his cock rubbed her in just the right spot.
He knew it was the right spot because she cried out, fell back against the blanket, and let her eyes roll back in her head.
“Come on, babe,” he coaxed as the scent of sex filled his nostrils. “Come with me, Alex.” He could feel the telltale ache at the base of his dick.
He tried sneaking a hand between them so he could thumb her little clit and speed her along. But she growled low in the back of her throat, locked her heels behind his knees, and slammed her hips against his hard-riding cock.
“Fuck!” he gasped. “I’m gonna—”
The rest of his words strangled in his throat because right at that moment, her body began to suck greedily at his dick. She screamed his name and her release triggered his own.
It was unlike anything he’d experienced before. She was unlike any other woman.
She was sweeter. Hotter. Sexier.
His orgasm was so intense he wasn’t sure he hadn’t blown the head off his dick. And it lasted forever. Pulse after pulse. Spasm after spasm. Contraction after contraction. The pleasure just went on and on and on.
By the time he collapsed on top of her, he was completely, utterly, thoroughly wrung dry. His throat was a desert. He’d come all the moisture from his body, and he couldn’t see. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.
And yet…some small speck of his mind remained.
It told him he was crushing her. But he didn’t want to leave her. Didn’t want to lose that connection.
So he slipped a hand beneath her and took her with him when he rolled onto his back. She lay atop him, warm and soft and totally languorous, their bodies still gloriously joined.
It felt amazing. Real. Right.
He had no concept of time, so he wasn’t sure how much passed before she patted his chest and said breathily, “I’m officially no longer a virgin.”
“Fuck no you aren’t.” He chuckled, thinking there may have never been another woman in the history of the world who’d been so completely and so thoroughly devirginized.
She smiled. He could feel the curve of her cheek move against his heart. That heart that had fallen for her even though he’d tried his best not to let it.
“Thank you,” she whispered. Then he thought she let out a little snore.
Ducking his chin, he smoothed the hair from her brow.
Sure enough. She was flat-out asleep. Just like that.
He wasn’t sure if he should take that as a compliment or an insult.
Closing his eyes, he wrapped his arms around her and snuggled her close. He pretended they could be this way forever. He pretended she was truly his.
Chapter 23
2:53 p.m.
“Mason and his buddies deserve everything they have coming for what they did to your family and my men.” The American stared hard at Izad. “But there are two women and one old man on that island too. They haven’t done jack shit to anyone. Y’all ready to kill them too? The only way this plan works is if we leave no witnesses behind. I don’t want you or your men getting cold feet when faced with the eyes of an innocent.”
“Strange you did not mention this to Kazem before he left. The women were part of the equation then too.” Izad matched the American’s hard stare and even harder tone, even though saying his son’s name left a bitter residue on his tongue and made his heart ache so badly, he nearly collapsed from the pain.