“Ella, what is your purpose for being here?”He enquired.
“You instructed me to depart and ensure my safety.” “This was the most secure location I could conceive,” she replied gently.
Mason rubbed his face, realising she would be the end of him. He observed her attempt to rise and extended a hand to halt her. “No, simply remain there.” He sighed and proceeded to walk inside; he was completely unclothed beneath the towel, and if she touched him, he would succumb to temptation, which he could not allow.
He donned black pyjama bottoms and re-entered his room; she was reclined once more, her gaze fixed upon him. Frustratingly, she had interpreted his admonition to remain there and adapted it to her preference. She was unabashedly gazing at him with intense desire. He had desired this girl for an extended period and had consistently maintained self-restraint.
She was now in his bed. He approached the foot of the bed and gazed down at her. He was indeed fatigued; perhaps it would be acceptable.
Although a portion of him recognised he could persevere to achieve his desires with her. It was evident she desired that immediately. Exhaled deeply and manoeuvred onto the bed beside her, reclining adjacent to her. He drew her back against his chest, growling, “Just sleep.” Despite her protest, “I’m tired,” he relished the sensation of their bodies in close contact.
“Very well,” she sighed, appearing content, adjusted slightly in his embrace to find comfort, and chuckled softly when he growled at her.
“Remain motionless, woman.” He shut his eyes and became at ease. He was acutely aware of his predicament in the morning. Lark appeared thoroughly entertained by the unfolding circumstances. His wolf recognised his attraction to Ella, had indicated on multiple occasions a willingness to Mark her, appreciated her wolf Starling, and envisioned a contented Mating with her.
However, they were not her Mate, and Mason did not wish to deprive her of that experience; she ought to discover her Mate and relish the joy of finding the one who would fulfil the other half of her soul.
Mason discerned that she had already succumbed to slumber; it took less than five minutes in his embrace for her to find repose, feeling exceedingly at ease in his bed with his arms enveloping her.
He inhaled her fragrance, which he found pleasant, reminiscent of watermelon infused with dark chocolate; however, there was an additional note to her scent that he could not identify. He had never been able to ascertain it, which was unusual given his acute sense of smell. Nevertheless, it remained elusive; he could not precisely identify it. Most likely, it was the distinctive scent that only her divinely appointed mate would possess.
It frustrated him immensely that he could not comprehend it. Was unable to perceive her scent adequately, desired to do so. Attempted consistently.
He placed a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder and groaned as his arousal intensified; he was astonished by his body’s response to a single touch. “Damn,” he muttered, rolling onto his back. His gaze returned to her, and he realised there was no controlling his desire; he was becoming fully erect. Frustrated, he turned his eyes to the ceiling, attempting to divert his thoughts from the woman beside him. He would require a cold shower, or perhaps an ice bath.
He redirected his gaze to her as she turned in her slumber and extended her hand towards him, “Joe?”Her voice, soft and drowsy, sought him, questioning his absence, her body nestled against his side, and her hand glided across his chest.
It was becoming excruciating; an overwhelming rush of blood engorged his p***s. He cursed, realising he had never experienced such arousal before, and nothing could alleviate his condition. “I am a deceased individual,” he murmured into the room.
He rolled over and pressed against her, grasping her hip and pulling her firmly against him. He heard her gasp and noticed her striking blue eyes meet his before he descended upon her mouth, grinding against her. He heard her moan as her hands explored his body, gliding over his arms and around to his back, into his hair. Her eagerness was palpable as she pushed him back and mounted him, and within a minute, her entire body was atop his.
Mason seized her hips and forcefully drew her down onto him, eliciting a moan from her. She then began to move vigorously against him, prompting him to lift her dress out of the way, revealing that she was not wearing any panties. His hands gripped her bare backside firmly.
She positioned her hand between them and pulled down his trousers to expose his erect p***s. “Ella, please reduce your speed,” he gasped. As her hand caressed him.
“No,” she moaned, “I desire you, Joe.” Her hand encircled his erect member, and then she positioned herself at the tip and, before he could intervene, descended onto him.
“Damn,” he lamented. She was exceedingly tight, intensely aroused, and emitted a gasp of discomfort as she attempted to accommodate him. He was larger and more robust than the majority, and few could accommodate his entirety. She was exerting pressure to attempt to incorporate him within herself. “Halt, I will inflict harm upon you,” he discerned the pained hiss emanating from her as she endeavoured to obtain her desires.
No. “I desire everything, Joe.” She exerted herself forcefully as he attempted to restrain her, yet the pleasure was overwhelming, and she craved all of him. “Ah, to hell with it,” she declared, gripping her hips. “This will be painful, Ella,” he cautioned her. “I am indifferent; I can withstand you,” she replied, gazing intently at him.
He forcefully pulled her down while thrusting upward into her in a swift, powerful motion, eliciting a scream from her that was a blend of pain and pleasure, as he restrained her in position. She experienced immense pleasure, feeling exceptionally constricted around him, heard her emit a soft sigh as she acclimated to his size, and began to move gradually, grasping her hips to maintain control. “Sit up, Ella,” he growled a few minutes later as she writhed with him, emitting soft moans of pleasure. “I want to see all of you.” He observed as she elevated herself to sit on him, noting a fleeting expression of pain cross her face as the shift in position drove him slightly deeper within her, but it quickly subsided.
“Oh, Goddess Joe,” she exclaimed, her voice imbued with pleasure and desire as she gazed down at him.
“Proceed gradually, Ella,” he urged her as she began to oscillate.
“Oh, it feels so pleasurable,” she moaned, her head tilting back as he observed her. He smiled and slid his hands to locate the zipper of her dress, pulling it down. Subsequently, she removed her dress and gazed directly at him. “Touch me, Joe,” she implored.
His hands caressed her sides as she rhythmically ascended and descended, enveloping him with prolonged, deliberate, and profound thrusts. He had anticipated that it would be exceptional. He cupped her breasts, caressing them and teasing her erect nipples, inhaling the intensifying scent of her arousal; she was flawless, every aspect of her physique was exquisite. She conformed to him perfectly, and his hands enveloped her breasts as if designed for that purpose.
Observed her as she engaged with him, accelerating her movements while gasping his name. Her hands abruptly grasped his waist, and their eyes locked as she smiled down at him, declaring, “Absolutely perfect.” He growled in response, seized a handful of her raven hair, and drew her mouth to his. Simultaneously, he slid his other hand down her body, applying firm pressure over her c******s. She gasped into his mouth, and the rhythm intensified as she continued to stimulate herself, riding him vigorously; he could sense her impending climax.
“Joe,” she exclaimed, “I am reaching climax.”
He growled, relishing her words. “Achieve climax for me, Ella.” His voice, deep and husky, whispered in her ear as he gently pinched her c******s, eliciting a scream from her as she reached o****m around him. He turned them over; he was far from finished. He desired her further.
