Chapter 108: Chapter 108 Would calm him “I want to taste you.” Gianna let out.
Mason’s arm wrapped around her, offering support as their chests bumped. Hungering for his lips, she pulled his head down and licked off the sticky flavors.
“Umm.” She moaned into his mouth. “Tasty.”
He chuckled against her mouth.
“You taste a whole lot better.”
. Her brow rose. “Yeah?”
His forehead rested on hers. “Most definitely. I could eat you up.”
“I know.” She ran her fingers across his chin. “But you know what I need, right?” She held his gaze, ready to grab him beaneath the loincloth to make her point.
“I plan to give you everything you need tonight.”
She nodded and placed a kiss on his lips. “Thank you. I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“Lay back; let me take care of you.”
With a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes, he assisted her back on the bed. He moved the warm cloth down both legs, spending a little more time at the spots where the pins had entered her left leg.
He rub a fair amount of shea butter into his palm, softening it from its natural form. Then he massaged her left leg, rubbing the creamy substance to soften and heal her skin before moving to the right leg.
“Umm, feels good.” Gianna moaned beneath his strong hands.
Shivering at the strength in his touch, she exhaled noisily. Her hips rotated on the bed as his thumbs pushed into the flesh near the tops of her thighs.
“Yes. Yes, that feels...so damn good.”
He blew a stream of air on her mound. The warmth sent chills across her body. Drops of liquid on her abdomen had her stiffening in surprise.
She opened her eyes just as he squeezed the peeled orange again.
“Smells good.” Gianna commented, breathing in the extra fragrance.
With the flat of his tongue, he took long swipes, removing the juice from her belly, her mouth and from between her legs.
Her hips writhed as she mewled in ecstasy under his assault. The man was merciless in his tasting of her.
When he came up for air, his eyes had the glazed look from those days when they had first met.
Her heart raced in excitement.
“I can never get over your taste.” His voice had taken on a guttural quality, signifying things were about to become hotter.
“Oh shit.” She whispered as he rose above her like an aroused god from another era.
His gaze ran down the length of her body. The loincloth lifted, along with his dick, which drew her attention like a neon light.
She flicked her tongue over her dry lips.
He tracked down her movement before swooping down and taking her in a powerful kiss. Strong arms clamped tight as their tongues played tag and then wrestled.
The heat from his body scorched her. His cock poked her stomach, reminding her the main course hadn’t been served.
A deep hunger filled her. Frantic for more, she touched him every place her hands could reach touching, squeezing and reacquainting her to the man who held her heart.
Gianna grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled it back. Seeing the muscles of his throat presented to her, she groaned and placed kisses up and down the strong column. When she reached the base of his neck, she paused and breathed in his natural scent.
The steady beat of his heart pulsed beneath his flesh. The rhythmic movement drew her and she licked the spot.
Mason’s moans spurred her next actions. With tiny nips along his collar bone, she found the place she’d given him a hickey recently and sucked on it.
He jerked beneath her, moaning. When she finished, she decided he needed a matching set and pulled his hair the other way, baring the other side for her pleasure.
“My love...” Mason breathed.
In the heat of passion, his submission was fuel to the fire, already lit inside of her.
The marks of her possession were vivid on his neck but it missed something.
“Where’s the collar?”
Without releasing her, he leaned back and plucked it from the cart.
As she held it in her hand, she looked into his passion-filled eyes and moved off him.
“Kneel.” She took the key and unlocked the collar as he folded his knees before her.
For a few moment, she stared down at him with her heart filled with love, pride, and gratitude.
He was a strong, tough man but he loved her enough to do this for her.
“Mason.”Gianna whispered, holding the ends of the collar in her hands.
Although his eyes had darkened, they still held the same gentleness. A cacophony of emotions raced to the surface, threatening to overwhelm her.
Unable to speak, she placed the collar around his neck and screwed it closed. Placing both palms on his face, she brushed a kiss against his lips before resting her forehead against his.
“I love you so damn much. You...you are more than I ever dreamed. I’m honored you wear my collar.”
Her breath hitched as his face leaned into his stomach.
He wrapped his arms around her waist.
When his breathing sped up, she stroked his back and his hair. He squeezed her tighter, his face pressing into her abdomen with force. Concerned he was about to lose it, she did the one thing she knew would calm him.