Page 92 of Fallen Hero

Every nerve was alive with sensation. My inner muscles clenched and clutched, greedy for more.

For the first time in my life, I felt alive. I gloried in it, succumbed to the bliss, flew apart, and danced in the flames.

Mason buried his face in my neck and groaned. Two more thrusts, he planted himself to the root, and he followed me into ecstasy with his body jolting, his cock jerking, his heart pounding against my chest.

Together.

Connected.

For one beautiful moment in time, I had everything.

I had Mason.

The exquisiteness of it was branded on my skin for only me to know.

My brain slowly came back on station. If this was the only time I was going to have this, I was taking everything I could. With that in mind, my hands went back to exploring. The tension had eased from his frame, but he was still hot—hard muscle under silky, damp skin. God, I loved how he felt, his weight, his lips on my neck, his cock, his hands.

I wanted to keep him, stay with him, have this for always.

But he wasn’t mine to keep.

Later, I would miss this.

Mason slowly lifted his head. His gaze immediately found mine. Searching in his Mason way, looking for something that was not there. I would not tell him this was a mistake, because it wasn’t. I wouldn’t apologize because I wasn’t sorry he’d given me something I’d never forget. I wouldn’t regret a single second.

I knew he found what he needed when he brushed his lips over mine, finishing with a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. It was sweet, made sweeter when lips moved to my temple and kissed me there, then to my forehead, my other cheek, and my jaw.

Who knew Mason Hughes could be tender, peppering my face with kisses? I wouldn’t have guessed, but now that I’d been on the receiving end of all that tenderness, I gloried in that too.

He shifted, taking away some of his weight, and his hand came up to brush some errant strands of hair off my face.

“Unwrap, baby, so I can get you cleaned up.”

I didn’t unwrap. I tightened my legs, and my muscles clenched in a new, frightening way.

“Calli,” he moaned. “Christ, baby, you already milked every last drop out of me.”

I didn’t understand what he was saying. Obviously, he read my confusion because he went on to explain, and that, too, was frightening.

“When you tighten like that, I feel it. Just not those long, sexy legs holding me close, but inside.”

“Oh.”

He was quiet for a second. His eyes roaming my face, taking me in, not in study but in something else.

“I took you rough,” he whispered.

He had. It was glor-ee-ous. I couldn’t help the clench.

“Jesus,” he grunted. “Your pussy is a miracle.”

Not exactly a flowery compliment but a damn sexy one.

“I need to pull out, baby.”

That was disappointing.

“What if I don’t want you to?” I asked sheepishly.