With Steffan, sex was always about fear and pain, about submission through terror. With Mason, it’s about surrender and exquisite pleasure, about submission through trust and desire.
He positions himself at my entrance, and with one powerful thrust, he enters me, stealing my breath away. Each stroke is hard and deep, claiming me, owning me, driving away every memory of Steffan, every moment of fear and pain.
“Fuuuuuuck, you feel so fucking good.” His voice rasps rough with desire.
He leans over me, his hand still pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned to the mattress. His other hand grips my hair, yanking my head back and to the side so he can claim my mouth in a fierce, dominating kiss.
He drives into me, his body tensing, his thrusts becoming erratic. “You like that, don’t you?” he growls against my mouth. “You like being fucked like this.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my body quivering with pleasure, my heart pounding in my chest.
With a final, brutal thrust, he finds his release, his body shaking with the force of it. I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me, waves of pleasure drowning out the past, leaving only the present, only Mason.
As he collapses on top of me, his body still claiming mine, his breath hot and ragged in my ear, I’m struck by the sudden realization of what I’m doing. I’m having aggressive, brutal sex with a man whose last name I don’t even know.
After everything Steffan put me through, I should be terrified, should be guarding myself against more pain and abuse. But there’s something about Mason, something in his touch, his voice, his eyes, that makes everything okay.
I feel safe with him.
Ironically, I feel safer with a stranger than my husband.
We lie there, our bodies entwined, our hearts pounding in sync. Then he rolls off me, pulling me into his arms, holding me close. His hand gently strokes my back, his touch now tender and caring.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice soft with awe. “The way you respond, the way you give yourself to me… It’s more than I ever hoped for.”
“It’s you.” I smile, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong beneath my lips. “You give me space to yield.”
He kisses the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. His touch is gentle and tender. “You’re safe with me, I promise. I will never take your submission for granted.”
I smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
As I drift off to sleep, wrapped in his embrace, a sense of peace and contentment washes over me. I don’t know his last name, and I know nothing about him except how he makes me feel.
The reality of what I’ve just done hits me inwaves.
I had the most erotic sex of my life with a man I barely know—a man who, only hours ago, was a stranger. A man who saved me from a blizzard, brought me to safety, and who might be able to protect me from the very real danger that Steffan poses.
I should be terrified. I should be guarding myself against more pain, more abuse. I should be thinking about the consequences of my actions, about the potential danger I’m putting myself in. But as I lie here, wrapped in Mason’s arms, I’m not afraid.
I don’t regret what I’ve done.
Instead, I’m filled with a sense of wonder and disbelief. A sense ofrightness.As ifthisis what I’ve always desired.
I wish I could keep real life from intruding on this moment. I wish I could stay here, in this cocoon of pleasure and surrender, forever. Because this moment is pure bliss. It’s everything I never knew I needed, everything I’ve been craving.
Everything I never had.
As I drift off to sleep, reality waits outside this secluded cabin. Drake and his team are out there, posing a very real and dangerous threat. I can’t hide forever, which means I can’t lose myself in Mason’s touch.
But this moment is mine.
Mason is mine.
And I want more.
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Willow
