Chapter 92***** DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE FASTING. READ AFTER IFTAR****
Wendy and Mason
Mason lay on his back in the dark, staring at the ceiling as the silence pressed in on him. The sheets felt cold, the bed impossibly wide without her beside him. He reached out instinctively toward the space where Wendy used to sleepâonly to find nothing but emptiness. Just cool fabric and the sharp echo of her absence.
She was in Lily's room now. Just a few steps down the hall, but it felt like another world away.
His chest ached with a heaviness he couldn't shake. It throbbed with every breath, every thought, every memory of herâher laugh, her scent, the way her fingers curled into his shirt when she was half-asleep. He had all these tiny pieces of her still clinging to him, and they hurt like hell now that she was gone.
He turned onto his side, pulling the pillow closer, pressing his face into it like it might hold some piece of her warmth. But it didn't. Everything just felt hollow.
What did I do wrong?
The question repeated over and over in his mind, looping endlessly. Had he been too much? Had he said the wrong thing? Loved her too loudly, hoped too deeply?
He thought about every conversation, every kiss, every moment he might've missed a signâsome warning that she'd been slipping away. Maybe he should've listened better. Maybe he should've held back, made it easier for her to breathe. Maybe he should've waited before saying how much she meant to him. Maybe he overwhelmed her. Maybe... maybe he broke the very thing he wanted to protect.
His fingers clenched the edge of the blanket. There has to be a way back, he thought. There has to be something I can say, something I can do to fix this.
But even thinking that made his heart sink lower. Wendy hadn't left out of confusion. She hadn't said maybe or let's take a break. She'd said can't. She'd said not enough. Like she'd already made peace with the endingâwhile he was still stuck in the middle of their story.
Mason squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it all out, but her voice echoed in his mindâsoft, breaking, final. "You deserve someone who believes in all the things you do."
But I believed in you, he wanted to tell her. You were all I needed.
And yet, here he wasâalone in a dark room, while the girl he was head over heels for slept in another, already slipping away.
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Theo and Daphne
The city lights slowly faded into the distance as Theo and Daphne drove toward the airport, cocooned in the quiet luxury of car. Daphne sat curled up beside Theo in the backseat, her head resting on his shoulder, fingers entwined with his. Her wedding dress had been replaced by a cozy cashmere sweater and soft linen pants, but her newlywed glow remained, radiant and effortless.
Theo, however, was still very much in business modeâat least for a few more minutes.
"Yes," Theo paused, looking out the car window as he spoke into the phone. "I understand, Brad. But I believe my instructions were clear."
Daphne bit back a laugh, watching the furrow of his brow and the clipped calmness in his voice. There was something deeply entertaining about her powerful husband trying to wrap up business before fully shifting into honeymoon mode.
"I'm taking the next few weeks off," Theo continued, with carefully measured patience. "I'm going on my honeymoon with my wife. We're both going to be out of the office. Direct any questions, concerts, meetings, or issues to my mother or father. Got it?"
Daphne snorted softly. "Poor Brad."
Theo ended the call with a sharp tap and sighed, turning toward her with a playful smirk. "I swear, they'll try to sneak in a board meeting during our first breakfast as a married couple if I don't spell it out for them."
"Oh no," Daphne teased. "God forbid your wife distract you with fresh croissants and lazy mornings."
Theo leaned in and kissed her cheek. "You're my only priority now."
When they arrived at the private hangar, everything was seamlessâno lines, no chaos, just the soft glow of lights guiding them toward the sleek white jet waiting for them on the tarmac. A small team greeted them warmly, handling their luggage as Daphne followed Theo toward the aircraft, her heart fluttering at the sight of him climbing into the cockpit.
"You're flying?" she asked, eyes lighting up.
Theo turned over his shoulder, flashing her a boyish grin. "Of course I am. I know how much you love watching me in the pilot seat."
Daphne couldn't even hide her smile as she stepped up into the cabin, settling into the plush leather seat behind him and the co-piolet. There was something impossibly attractive about Theo in full controlâconfident, capable, and completely hers.
As the engines roared to life and the plane began to taxi, Daphne tilted her head toward him, raising a brow. "Are you ever going to tell me where we're going, or are you planning to keep me in suspense the entire flight?"
Theo glanced at her from the cockpit, his lips tugging into a slow smile. "Juliet Cay."
Her breath caught. "Your parents' private island?"
He nodded. "It's just us there. No press, no meetings, no phonesâjust sun, the sea, and our own little slice of paradise."
Daphne's heart swelled, warmth blooming in her chest. "That sounds like heaven."
"It is," he said, his gaze locking on hers for a moment. "But it's only heaven because you're coming with me."
And as the jet lifted off into the night sky, Daphne sat back, her fingers resting gently over her heart, already imagining the sound of waves, the scent of salt in the air, and Theo's hand in hersâon their very first adventure as husband and wife.
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Lily
"When does your winter semester begin?" Gabriel asked, his voice soft as he looked down at her, fingers gently brushing the curve of her waist.
"In three days," Lily said with a small smile, her arms still looped around his neck. They stood tucked into their own little world beside the security check-in, trying to stretch every last second before goodbye. "I would fly back with you today, but I want to stay with Wendy a little longer... I can't leave her alone right now."
Gabriel nodded, understanding. "I get it. It's just three days. Not so bad."
"Right," she chuckled, though the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm ready to go back to the California sun."
He grinned. "The California sun looks good on you."
Lily rolled her eyes fondly, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. "You're biased."
"Maybe," he murmured, brushing his fingers through a loose strand of her hair. Then his expression softened, something tender flickering in his eyes. "But I mean it."
The moment stretched between them, warm and bittersweet, full of things unspoken and emotions too big for words.
Above their heads, the loudspeaker crackled to life. "Final boarding call for Flight 207 to Los Angeles. All remaining passengers, please proceed to Gate 12."
The announcement cut through the hush like a bell toll, snapping time back into motion.
Gabriel let out a soft sigh, the kind that sounded like letting go. He pulled her into one last hug, arms tightening around her as if he could press the moment into memory. She buried her face against his chest, breathing him in, clinging just a little harder than before.
"I guess that's me," he murmured against her hair, his voice low and reluctant.
"I know," Lily whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Neither of them moved right away. The world spun on around themâtravelers rushing past, announcements echoing, luggage wheels clatteringâbut for a few more seconds, they held each other still, quiet in the middle of goodbye.
"I'll text you when I land," he said.
"You better," she whispered into his shoulder, clinging to him just a little tighter.
"Of course, I will,"Gabriel chuckled softly. Then, as he leaned back just enough to press a quick kiss to her forehead, he murmured, "Bye, baby. I'll see you soon. I love you."
It came out so naturallyâso seamlessly tucked between his goodbye and his smileâthat it took a second for either of them to register what he'd just said.
Then they both froze.
Lily's breath caught, eyes lifting to his in stunned silence. Her heart was a drumbeat gone wild in her chest, and for a moment, she couldn't tell if she was imagining it.
Gabriel's face changed the second he realized it too. His smile faltered slightly, eyes widening just a touchâas if he'd only just heard himself say it.
"Iâ" he started, then gave a nervous little laugh and shook his head. "I can't believe I just said that like that."
Lily stared, speechless.
"Don't say anything," Gabriel took a step back. "It's okay. Just... I'll see you soon, yeah?"
Before Lily could even form a single word, he kissed her again, gave her hand one last squeeze, and turned toward the security gate.
Lily stood frozen, lips parted, still tasting the warmth of his goodbye. Still hearing the words echo in her chest.
I love you.
And she couldn't stop smiling.
Lily stood frozen for a heartbeat, the noise of the airport fading into a low hum around her. Her heart was pounding, her hands trembling with leftover warmth from Gabriel's goodbyeâbut her feet were already moving before her mind could catch up.
She darted forward, weaving through the crowd, the hem of her coat fluttering behind her.
"Gabriel!" she called out breathlessly, her voice barely audible over the sound of boarding calls and suitcase wheels.
She reached the edge of the security checkpoint just as a TSA agent stepped in front of her, hand outstretched to stop her.
"I'm sorry, miss, you can't go through here without a boarding pass."
"But I justâhe's right thereâpleaseâ" she said desperately, rising on her toes, trying to spot him.
And then she saw him. Gabriel was already a few steps past security, his broad shoulders turned away, heading toward his gate with his bag slung over his shoulder.
Lily's heart surged to her throat. Without thinking, without caring who heard, she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted across the airportâ
"I love you, too, Gabriel Reyes!"
A few heads turned. A few people paused. But all Lily could focus on was Gabrielâthe way he stopped in his tracks, how his shoulders stiffened, how he slowly turned around.
Their eyes locked across the crowd, and in that instant, the distance between them didn't matter. The smile that broke across his face was everythingâstunned, radiant, full of something deep and soft and unmistakably his.
He didn't say anything back.
He didn't need to.
Because the look in his eyes told her he'd heard every wordâand he felt every bit of it, too.
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Mason and Wendy
Wendy folded another blouse into her suitcase, fingers trembling slightly as she smoothed it down. The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional zip of a compartment. The sight of her half-packed luggage made her stomach twist. She didn't want to look at it too long.
She swallowed hard, pushing down the ache in her chest as she reached for another item from the dresser. Behind her, the door creaked open and she froze.
Mason stepped inside slowly, his presence filling the room before a single word was spoken. He closed the door behind him with a quiet finality, the soft click of the lock making Wendy's heart jump in her chest.
She turned around to look at him and the moment their eyes met, her breath caught. He didn't say anything at first. He just stared at her.
Wendy's heart clenched painfully. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept, like he'd been carrying the weight of her words from the night before all through the night and into the morning.
"I'm just grabbing my things," Wendy said quietly.
Mason walked over to the bed with slow, deliberate steps and sat down on the edge, his gaze locked on her like a tether she couldn't break. Wendy's fingers curled tighter around the hem of her sweater, her breath catching in her throat. He hadn't said a word yet, but his presence alone felt like gravityâpulling her in, making it impossible to ignore the charge in the air.
Then, without speaking, he reached out and caught her wrist, gently but firmly, tugging her toward him.
She stumbled forward, instinctively stepping between his legs. His hands settled on her hips, firm and unyielding. The warmth of his grip sent a tremor down her spine.
"Mason," she whispered, unsure, breathless. "What are you doing?"
He tilted his head slightly, eyes dark and unreadable. "Why?" he said smoothly. "Does it bother you when I don't ask first?"
She opened her mouth to protest, but the words didn't come fast enough.
"We shouldn't," she managed. "I just need to get my things and then I will be out of your space."
"You're not going anywhere, my little firecracker," Mason sighed.
"Mason...." Wendy frowned. "We... we broke up."
His fingers tightened on her waist. "You keep saying that like it means something," he murmured, voice low and rough. "But I haven't agreed to anything."
She tried to pull her hand free, but he didn't let her go. Instead, his grip held fast, his thumb sliding under the edge of her sweater to stroke slow, possessive circles against her bare skin.
"I don't want you out of my space," he said, dragging her even closer between his legs. "I don't want distance. I want you right here."
Wendy swallowed hard, her resolve flickering under the weight of his control. Her body was already reactingâheat crawling up her neck, heart pounding in anticipation.
"This isn't fair," she whispered, eyes narrowing.
"Not trying to," Mason said, his mouth curving into a wicked smile. "You want me to stop? Tell me like you mean it."
She hesitatedâand that hesitation was all he needed.
"Thought so," he muttered, suddenly yanking her down onto the bed with a swift, fluid motion.
Wendy let out a startled gasp as she landed beneath him, her body pinned by his weight. He caught her wrists and raised them above her head, locking her in place with a look that sent shivers straight through her.
His face was inches from hers now, voice like gravel and smoke. "I heard what you said," he murmured. "But I don't accept it. As far as I'm concerned, you're still mine."
Wendy's breath hitched. Her pulse thudded loud in her ears.
"You don't get to decide that," she tried to sound strong, but her body betrayed her, already arching toward him.
Mason smirked, lowering his mouth just close enough to brush her cheek. "Sweetheart, I already have."
Wendy could barely breathe under the weight of his wordsâhis body pressed against hers, his hands pinning hers above her head like he had every right to claim her. And maybe, in some twisted way, he did. Because the look in his eyes wasn't just possessiveâit was raw, desperate, and devastatingly honest.
Mason leaned down, his nose brushing against hers, his voice low and unwavering.
"You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "You're not just someone I dated. You're in everything now."
His breath was warm on her skin, but his words cut deeper than anything else.
"You're in the way I drink my coffee in the morningâbecause it always tastes a little too bitter without you sitting across from me. You're in every song I hear, in every damn shirt I pull on that still smells like you. You're in my skin."
His grip softened slightly, but he didn't release her. His eyes searched hers, his tone suddenly rougher.
"You've woven yourself into every part of me. You're in my head, my chest, my bones. You don't get to say when I have to forget you. I couldn't even if I tried."
Wendy's eyes stung. She turned her face away slightly, blinking fast, but Mason gripped her face and turned her back to him, his fingers firm but not painful.
"So no," he said, voice firmer now. "I'm not letting you get away. You don't just walk out of me like this. You don't cut yourself out of my life like you didn't change everything."
His thumb brushed her cheek, soft and reverent, a stark contrast to the fierce hold of his hand still gripping her wrists.
"You want to tell me you're scared? Fine. You want to tell me you're overwhelmed? I'll listen. I'll hold you through every storm. But don't you dare tell me we're over and expect me to smile and let you go. Because I'm not capable of that. Not when it comes to you."
Wendy's lips parted, but no words came out. Her body trembled beneath him, and all the walls she'd tried to put up felt paper-thin.
"You're mine," Mason said, almost like a vow. "And I'm yours, whether you admit it or not. You're not just in my heart anymore. You are my heart."
Wendy's chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, her voice barely audible. "Mason...you can-"
"Shut up," he cut in smoothly, his tone dark and commanding. "I'm talking now. You're listening."
Her brows drew together, but before she could respond, his grip on her wrists tightened just enough to remind her who had control.
"Don't give me that look, baby cakes," he warned, his voice dropping even lower, threaded with something dangerous and delicious. "You know exactly what that does to me."
Wendy's eyes narrowed, her body betraying her defiance with the way it shivered under his touch.
"I'm going to let go now," Mason said slowly, deliberately. "And you're going to be a good girlâyou're going to put all of your shit away, come downstairs, and eat breakfast like nothing's changed. Because it hasn't."
He leaned in, his breath brushing the shell of her ear, every word a promise laced with heat.
"And if you don't behave," he murmured, "I swear, I'll wind you up so tight you'll be on your knees for meâbegging."
Wendy's pulse thundered in her ears, her hands still trembling in his hold. But in that moment, with his voice in her ear and his heat sinking into her skin, she wasn't sure if she wanted to run, fall, or fight.
Wendy shook her head, her voice tight and trembling. "Mason, this... us... it's not going to work."
His jaw tensed, but he didn't move, just stared at her like he could see every inch of her soul unraveling in real time.
"We're not compatible," she pressed, her voice growing louder, more desperate. "You want things that I don't want. We don't think the same way, we don't fight the same way. It's not fair for me to hold onto you when you could be with someone who has the same goals as you."
Mason's expression didn't harden this time. Instead, it softenedâslowly, like he'd been expecting this storm all along and was choosing not to fight it with fire.
"Baby," he said gently, reaching out, brushing his fingers lightly against her cheek. "I don't want anyone else. I want you."
She looked away, biting the inside of her cheek to stop the emotion building behind her eyes.
"I know we're not like everyone else," he continued, his voice low and steady. "And maybe we don't make sense to other people. Maybe we don't even make sense on paper. But I don't care. I'm not asking you to follow some perfect relationship playbook."
His thumb grazed her knuckles, grounding her. "We don't have to do this like anyone else does. No timelines, no rules, no expectations. Just usâfiguring it out the way we do. Give us a chance."
Wendy pulled her bottom lip between her teeth once more. Her chest ached from the way Mason spoke to her.
"If you need space, I'll give it. If you need quiet, I'll shut up," he said. "But I'm not walking away just because this isn't easy. I want to work things outâwith you. Just because something isn't working at the moment doesn't mean you give up and walk away."
Wendy stared at him, her heart caught somewhere between aching and hopeful. He wasn't fighting her anymore. He was meeting her where she stood with hesitation and doubt in her mind.
"You really think we can make it work like that?" she asked quietly.
"I thought we were doing a damn good job..." Mason said softly, his thumb still brushing over her knuckles. "But I can't read your mind, Wendy. I need you to meet me halfway."
Her eyes flickered downward again, her bottom lip trembling between her teeth. Her heart thudded in her chest like it was trying to argue with her logicâtrying to speak louder than her doubts.
"Tell me what scares you," Mason said, his voice gentle, but firm. "Tell me what you don't like. Tell me what you don't want. I'll take it all. I'll listen. I'll adjust. But don't shut me out without giving me the chance to understand."
Wendy's throat tightened. His words were cutting through her defenses, soft but sharp in all the right placesâfinding every crack she'd tried to cover up. She wanted to run, to protect herself from the ache of what-ifs... but he wasn't giving her pain. He was offering choice. A hand to hold, not a leash to bind.
"I'm not perfect," Mason went on, a faint hint of a smile ghosting his lips. "God knows I'm stubborn and I say all the wrong things sometimes. But I'm not afraid of growing with you. I'm not afraid of the mess, or the hard days, or even the silence. I'm only afraid of not trying. Of watching you walk away and wondering what we could've been if we just held on a little tighter."
Wendy looked up again, her eyes glassy, swimming with all the feelings she'd been trying to bury.
"I don't want to be the reason you feel stuck," she whispered. "Or the reason you lose yourself. I don't want to be like my mom."
"You're not," Mason said instantly, shaking his head. "You've never been. If anything, you're the reason I'm becoming someone better. Stronger. Softer. More honest. You make me want to show up in ways I didn't even know I was capable of."
Wendy swallowed hard, the ache in her chest shifting into something warmer, heavier, more human. Real.
"I'm not asking you to forget what hurt you," Mason added. "I'm asking you to remember what we built. To remember the way we laugh, the way we look at each other, the way you fit into my arms like you were meant to be there."
Her fingers tightened around his hand now, trembling slightly.
"I miss you," Mason said quietly. "And I don't want to miss you from across the room, or across the country. I want to miss you when you're sitting next to me and I still can't get enough."
Wendy let out a shaky breath, the first real one in days. It trembled past her lips, laced with the ache of everything she'd been trying so hard to suppress. Her fingers remained tangled in his, holding on like they suddenly remembered what it felt like to belong somewhereâsomeone.
"I hate how much I want you," she whispered, her voice cracked and raw. "I hate that I tried to move on and it still led me right back to you."
Mason didn't speakâhe just watched her with that steady, unwavering gaze, like he already knew. Like he'd been waiting for her to catch up to what he'd always known in his bones.
"I know you're scared, baby," Mason said. "But trust me. This will be good.....I promise."
Wendy slowly nodded, "Okay..."
"Yes?" Mason echoed, like he needed to hear it again just to be sure he hadn't dreamed it.
Wendy nodded slowly once again, blinking back the tears that had begun to spill. "Yes."
Relief crashed over his face like a wave, softening every edge. He brought her hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss against her knuckles againâthis time slower, surer, reverent.
"My sweet girl," he whispered against her skin. He pushed his hand into her hair and kissed her soft lips. "My stubborn, beautiful, sweet girl."
Wendy chuckled through her tears, tilting her head up to kiss him back.
"Don't you ever dare do that again," Mason chuckled, his mouth brushing hers between kisses, each one more desperate than the last. He pushed to his feet, hands still tangled in her hair, and gently guided her back until her spine hit the mattress.
Wendy gasped softly, breath catching as he leaned over her, his body caging hers with ease. His weight pressed her into the bed just enough to feel the heat of him, his presence overwhelming in the best kind of way.
"I missed you so much last night," Mason murmured, lips grazing along her jaw before finding her mouth again. This kiss was differentâhotter, deeper, a raw surge of everything he hadn't been able to say. His hand slid down her side, fingers curling around her waist as if he needed to feel every part of her to believe she was real.
"If you weren't with Lily," he continued between kisses, voice low and hoarse, "I swear to God, I would've thrown you over my shoulder and locked you in this room until you remembered how good we are together."
Wendy let out a soft whimper beneath him, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as his mouth moved against hersâhungry and urgent. He kissed her like she was air and he'd gone far too long without breathing. Like he needed her more than reason, more than pride, more than his next heartbeat.
His hands slid up her arms, fingers wrapping gently around her wrists as he pinned them above her head, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was deep, consuming, and slow enough to make her body tremble beneath him. Every brush of his lips, every shift of his weight, stole the air from her lungs and turned her thoughts into a blur of heat and want.
"I've got you now," Mason breathed against her mouth, his voice thick with desire.
Wendy's chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm, her eyes half-lidded and dazed, lips red and kiss-swollen. "You got me," she whispered, voice like silk in the dark.
A crooked smile tugged at Mason's mouth. He trailed one hand down her arm, then slid it beneath her sweater, fingers gliding across her warm skin as he slowly pushed the fabric higher. She arched her back in silent invitation, and he took his time pulling it over her head, letting his fingertips drag along her sides as he tossed it aside.
His lips brushed her collarbone, then lower, lingering over the delicate skin just above her bra, while his hand found the button of her jeans and popped it open with practiced ease.
"I want to see you in your Christmas gift," Mason murmured, pulling back slightly to catch his breath, his eyes roaming over her with pure hunger.
Wendy's lashes fluttered open, her voice soft and questioning. "The ballet slippers?"
"Yeah," he said, nodding slowly, voice dipping into something darker, something raw. "Just the slippers. Nothing else."
Her breath hitched. "Now?"
"Now," he replied, the word velvet-wrapped steel. "Take off your clothes... pin your hair up... and put on the god damn slippers. I can't stop thinking about seeing you in them."
She stared at him, heart pounding in her chest, pulse singing beneath her skin. There was no teasing in his expressionâonly intensity, reverence, and a craving so fierce it made her legs weak.
Wendy sat up slowly, hands shaking slightly as she slipped her jeans down her hips, watching the way his gaze followed every movementâdevouring her, worshiping her. When she reached for the tie in her hair, Mason's eyes darkened further, a low sound escaping his throat as she twisted her locks into a knot, exposing the delicate slope of her neck.
She stood in nothing but lace and bare skin, her breaths shallow as she padded barefoot to the corner where the satin slippers rested in a velvet box. The moment she slipped them on and turned to face him again, Mason looked like a man undoneâeyes raking over her, chest rising with restrained hunger.
"Come here," he said, voice husky.
Wendy stepped toward him.
"Take off your bra and underwear," he said. Wendy did as she was told. "Come closer."
Wendy moved closer and Mason reached for her, pulling her onto his lap with a low groan of satisfaction, his hands skimming every inch of her newly bared skin.
"You have no idea," he whispered, "how long I've been dreaming about this... about youâsoft and bare in nothing but those slippers... mine."
His hands trailed over her thighs, up her waist, over her ribs, slow and reverent like he was memorizing the curves of her all over again.
"Lie back for me," he murmured, pressing a kiss just below her breast. "I'm going to make you feel every second you've been gone from me."
Wendy rose from his lap and sat down on the edge of the bed. She watched with her heart pounding as Mason kneeled before her and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, his eyes locked with hers.
Wendy watched him, completely entranced. His fingers moved lazily, the pads of his thumbs brushing the soft skin between her thighs like he was savoring the feel of it before even tasting it.
Then he brought his mouth closer.
His lips parted, just barely, and he darted his tongue outâslow, controlled, like he was teasing the moment for everything it was worth. He let Wendy's little whimer linger in his ears.
Wendy's breath caught as his tongue darted out againâ-slow, deliberateâswirling around. The movement was unhurried, his eyes half-lidded, lips curling slightly.
"Good?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own pulse pounding.
Mason didn't answer right away. He licked her again, letting his tongue swirl between her fold before looking at her with a smirk that made her want to press her thighs together.
"Sweet," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "I had a feeling the first time I saw you."
His tongue flicked out againâdrawing a perfect circle along the edge of her pussy before his lips wrapped around it. The sight was maddening in the most wicked way, and Wendy could barely remember what they'd been talking about before.
"Mason," her head hung back, her hair cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall.
"I know, baby," Mason laped at her. "I know."
Wendy whimpered as she moved her fingers into his soft dark hair and grabbed a fistfull. Mason chuckled, his warm breath tickling Wendy as she pushed his head closer to herself. But before she could tell him to continue what he was doing, Mason pulled back and rose to hsi feet.
Wendy watched, her breathing uneven as Mason pulled his shirt off and then undid his belt, all the while, keeping his gaze locked on her.
"Get down on your knees," he said.
Wendy slowly slid off the bed and dropped to her knees before him. She placed her hands on her bent knees as Mason unzipped his pants and removed it.
"Open," he said, taking hold of her chin with one hand and pulling out his rock hard cock with the other.
Wendy's heart began to hammer against her chest. She parted her lips and Mason slipped his cock into her mouth with a slow, deliberate motion.
Wendy's eyes flicking up in quiet mischief. Her mouth wrapped around it, lips parting just enough to let it slide in. She closed her mouth slowly, letting his twitching cock settle against her tongue before drawing it in with a soft pop.
Her tongue moved with lazy precisionâcircling the tip in smooth, languid swirls. She traced the curve of it with the tip first, flicking in slow strokes before flattening her tongue against it in one long, sensual press. Her lips parted just slightly, and she tilted her head as she sucked gently, cheeks hollowing around him.
Every movement was unhurried, playfulâlike she was enjoying herself way too much.
She pulled it out briefly, her tongue darting out to drag across the surface before she rolled it back between her lips again, sucking deeper this timeâslow and steady, like she was savoring every second. A faint hum left her throat, and her lashes fluttered just once as she leaned back, continuing to swirl her tongue in smooth, rhythmic circles.
Her gaze was locked on him nowâwatching his reaction. Her chest the moment she caught the look on Mason's faceâhis jaw tense, lips slightly parted, eyes dark and transfixed on her like she was some beautiful, wicked spell he couldn't break free from. The sight of pure pleasure etched across his features sent a flutter through her, warm and electric, curling down her spine.
Her lips curved around his cock in a secret smile, heart racing at the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed hard, as if she had stolen all the air from his lungs.
Wendy suddenly realized how much she loved this powerâthis quiet, teasing hold she had over him. The way his gaze burned into her, the way his body tensed like he was barely holding himself backâit thrilled her.
Wendy giggled softly, the sound light and breathless, her fingers toying with him as she leaned in closer and whispered, "You like watching me, don't you?"
His only answer was a growl low in his throatâraw, unfiltered, and utterly wrecked.
Mason Pulled Wendy to her feet and carried her over to the bed. He captured her lips in a hungry kiss as his hands moved to the spot between her legs. Wendy gripped his hair and pulled him closer, hooking one leg around his waist.
Wanting her more than anything else in the world, Mason took hold of his cock and ran it along her wet pussy. He shivered from the sensation of her warmth before he pushed himself inside of her.
"If you ever," Mason said through his clenched teeth as he battled to keep himself together. He thrusted into her, hard.
"Think," another thrust. "Of breaking up," another thrust, "Every again then I will fuck that stupid little idea right out of you mind."
Wendy gripped the sheets beneath her, trying to keep her senses together as her world began to spin.
"Turn around," Mason said slipping out of her. He didn't give Wendy a second to breath as he flipped her over and pulled her up onto her knees. "You're going to be a good little baby for me, right?"
Wendy nodded, her hair falling around her face as Mason grabbed her hips and pulled her back, slipping into her and screathing her out.
"Say it," Mason said, leaning forward from behind and gripping her jaw. "Say you're going to be good."
"I'll be good," Wendy said breathlessly.
"And you won't run away?"
"No," Wendy shook her head, holding back the whimpers and moans as Mason slid in and out of her. "I won't run."
"You're going to stay right here next to me and we're going to figure this out," Mason said, his mouth now beside her ear. "Yes?"
"Yes," Wendy nodded. "Yes...."
Mason chuckled, "Such a good girl. My favorite."
Wendy pushed back against him, wanting him with a painful ache. She lowered her chest to the bed as he pulled back and gripped her hips, thrusting faster and faster, their bodies making beautiful music. Wendy cleanched around him and moaned just as Mason's nails hug into her skin. She pulled the sheets off the tucked edges as he picked up a rhythm that made the headboard slam against the wall.
Not wanting to make too much noise, Mason pulled Wendy off the bed and positioned her in front of the mirror.
"Look at yourself," he said, standing behind her. "Look how fuckin' incrediable you look."
Wendy lifted her lashes and looked toward her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark copper hair a mess, her body naked, and her feet wrapped in beautiful silk slippers.
"You have no idea what you do to me," Mason said, stepping up behind her. His hands moved to her breast and he cupped them, feeling their fullness in his palms.
Wendy stood watching him through the mirror. Her skin buzzed like a beehive as he pushed her hair to the side and gently bit down on the curve of her shoulder. She winced in equal part pain and pleasure. Mason nibbled on her delicate skin until she was bruised and his bit mark was imprinted on her skin. When he pulled back, he moved his hands to her hips once more.
"Let's see how good you are at ballet," he said, smacking her plump ass. "Up on your toes."
Wendy's breath hitched at the sting of Mason's palm, heat blooming across her skin where he'd smacked her. Her eyes flicked to the full-length mirror in front of her, catching his intense gaze in the reflectionâstanding tall behind her, his expression dark with desire and command.
She swallowed hard, her fingers brushing down the sides of her thighs as she slowly shifted her weight. The satin ribbons of her ballet slippers clung snugly to her ankles as she rose, inch by inch, onto the delicate tips of her toes. Her muscles tightened, her legs stretching with practiced control, her body lifting like a whisper toward the ceiling.
She held her posture, spine tall, arms soft at her sidesâelegant, poisedâbut her chest was rising fast, heart fluttering with a mix of nerves and thrill.
Mason's eyes roamed over every line of her body in the mirrorâhow she curved, how she held herself, how those pink satin slippers looked against her bare legs. His hand slid up her waist, slow and possessive, fingers spreading across her belly as he stepped in closer, his mouth brushing just below her ear.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice like velvet and smoke. "Look at yourself, pretty girl. You're beautiful like thisâcontrolled, delicate, and mine."
Wendy shivered, her eyes locked on her reflectionâon the way her body leaned back into his, on the way his hands moved like he owned every inch of her. Her balance wavered slightly, but Mason steadied her with a firm grip on her hips, his fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp softly.
"Hold it," he said, watching her intently. "Show me how graceful my girl can be."
Wendy did not dare move. She let Mason's hands roam over her naked body before he leaned her forward ever so slightly and slipped his rock hard cock inside of her once more. She watched herself in the mirror as her mouth opened and she gasped silently.
"Keep looking at yourself," Mason said, slowly moving in and out of her. "Look how perfect you look taking my cock like this."
Wendy gripped the edge of the mirror, her feet screaming. But she did not move. She only spread her legs wider apart and let Mason bring her to a state of pure bliss and pleasure. Her body trembled and she felt weak as her insides coiled like a spring, tight and controlled, before she lost herself to the explosion of pleasure.
Mason pushed her hips down to set her back on her feet before picking her up and moving her to sit on his old writing desk. He moved her to the edge and entered her again. Wendy looped one arm around his neck as he fucked her until they were both out of breath and his cum was dripping out of her.
"You good?" Mason asked breathlessly as their bodies descended from heaven.
Wendy nodded.
"Got that stupid breakup idea out of your head?"
Wendy nodded again.
"Good," Mason smiled, leaning forward and softly kissing her lips. "Now try to act normal at breakfast."
I need a nap after this.....or maybe my husband :P