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heart.
“You belong here, Jules. With me. Forever,” I whisper hoarsely, my voice cracking with emotion.
She gasps and I brush my lips against hers.
“You belong with me because I love you Jules, and you mean more to me than any amount of money. You’re mine like I keep telling you. Can’t you just accept that and be with me?”
Her kiss in reply tells me her answer. Our mouths lock and her tongue swirls with mine as I grip her so hard I’m afraid she’ll break, but when I feel her hands on me gripping even tighter.
I know I’ve won her. I know she understands just how I feel.
“Then take me, Mason. Make me yours,” she whimpers, melting into me and clawing at my shirt, my jacket.
“And damn you,” she adds, still sniffing. “Damn you for being so perfect!”
Chapter Seventeen
Jules
I don’t know what to think when I hear Florence’s message, to think that Mason was down there, of all places.
I automatically jump to the conclusion that he’s just using me or playing with me.
But when he tells me the truth.
And I know it’s the truth.
Once he tells me he loves me.
It’s the three words, the only three words that make any sense of the feelings I have for him too.
Nobody’s ever told me they love me, and when Mason says it I know it’s the truth. It has to be.
Because it’s exactly how I felt since the moment I first saw him.
It sounds corny, until it actually happens, love at first sight. I mean… It’s hard to describe.
Nowhere near as hard as Mason though. Once he grabs hold of me, once I tell him to take me here and now, I lose all my doubts, any questions about myself or him loving me have vanished.
I want him now more than ever, need him inside me.
Being at home, in my own clothes, and near my own bed, having him tell me he loves me, it feels like the right time to give myself to him.
Heart, body, and soul.
Surprisingly, romance is the farthest thing from my mind. Once I decide it has to be now, I’m tearing at his clothes, itching to get him inside me as quickly as I can.
He helps me by sliding out of his jacket and shirt in seconds while I fumble with his belt buckle, trying to grip and rub his manhood through his pants at the same time.
He groans loudly, letting me work to free his dick, growling with satisfaction once I have it out, my hands trembling to match the whimpering sound coming from my own body.
I can barely hold myself up and once Mason can see I’m in a near faint, he scoops me up and carries me into my bedroom.
“Here,” he says as if he’s known all along that this is how I wanted it somehow.
My head pumps and I whine again, wriggling and writhing in his grip, frantically trying to get as much of my body in contact with his.
Laying me down gently, he pulls off all the clothes I only just put on, grinning when he notices my lack of underwear.
Laying back, I open my legs for him to see, to show him how wet I am. What he’s doing to me.
As if in reply I notice his own arousal which seems to throb and grow in size, a clear line of thick precome trailing from him as he studies me. His low moan and slight shaking of his head telling me he can’t believe he’s finally claiming his prize.
“Mason,” I gasp again, struggling not to press my legs together, feeling my whole mound starting to twitch and quiver with the thought of him inside me.
With his knees on the bed, his huge hands prying my legs further apart.
Then he orders me to tell him again, “Tell me you want this, Jules,” he says, running his whole palm flat across my drenched valley, making me moan out loud with pleasure, cursing under my breath as I nod feverishly.
“Yes, yes!” I tell him. “I want you to take me, Mason. Fuck me and fill me with your seed. Make me come on your cock. Make me yours.”
Like the last time, it’s like someone else is saying all these things. I don’t even think like that let alone speak like that.
It’s just the power he has over me, and I know he loves it as much as I do when I hear myself talking dirty to him.
He looms over me as I reach for his