The way Mason is kissing me right now only tells me just how badly he's about to ruin me, and I can't contain the excitement spurring around in my body over it.

My fingers tug on his hair, pushing him closer to me as he continues his assault. Within seconds I'm already panting underneath him, grinding against him helplessly to ease the firing pit in my belly, and a moan escapes from my mouth as he sucks in my bottom lip, piercing it slightly with his teeth.

Fuck, he's already wrecked me, completley ruined me with the hungry, brutal kisses of his.

My mouth already feels swollen and bruised as our lips and tongues ravish each other feverishly- devouring them with nothing but complete and utter urgency and need.

His hands grab onto my waist, lifting me up so my legs are wrapped around him tight. I feel him peel me off the wall, his fingers digging into my ass as he carries me out the room and down the hall.

I can hear him fumbling with the doorknob and the lights, trying to make due without breaking away from me. I don't have time to try and figure out what he's doing before my breath hitches as he slams my body against his bedroom door, keeping me pinned with one hand on my waist while the other secures itself around my throat.

He rips his lips away from mine, forehead pressed against me as he catches his breath. The darkness in his eyes are back. I can practically feel it radiating off his body when he tightens his grip around my neck, leaning in closer to me.

"I'm not going to be gentle with you." He whispers to me and my core clenches from the lust in his eyes, "I'm going to show you exactly how bad I want you, baby."

He brings his lips teasingly close to mine, our panting breaths mixing with each other as he keeps my body pinned against his own. His pupils have blown out, lips are red and swollen, cheeks tinted pink, erection hard and screaming for me and I find myself already squirming from the throbbing between my legs.

I tilt my head forward a bit, "Good."

A low faint growl travels up his chest right before he dips his head down onto the skin of my neck, kissing, biting and sucking all over the delicate skin while his hands slide down greedily over to my hips.

I feel him slowly bring me down, setting my feet back onto the floor so he can tug his shirt off of me, impatiently throwing it aside, and I do the same to him, not wasting any time.

His piercing green eyes scan my body in front of him, tongue running over his bottom lip as he reaches his arm out around me, unclasps my bra and drops it to the floor.

"So many things I want to do to you, how will I ever choose?" He taunts me, massaging one of my breasts with his large hand and I instinctively press my thighs together, arching my back against the door.

He doesn't give me time to say anything back before he slams his lips back onto mine again, his grip still remaining on my breasts and I yelp out against his lips when I feel his palm smacking against my ass before giving it a rough squeeze.

He has me feeling dizzy, nearly collapsing under him when he bends down, rolling my nipple between his fingers with one hand while his mouth tugs and sucks on the other, tongue lapsing over the hardened peak and I whimper against him.

Fuck, I almost forgot how good he is at this, I can barely keep up with his movements.

"You miss me?" He asks against me, tongue out over my nipple as he watches me from below. "You miss me touching you? How good I make you feel?"

I can't think, let alone form a word with him touching and looking at me like the way he is. All I can do is give him a quick nod, sheepishly moaning against his tongue.

His hand smacks against my ass again and my body jolts harder against him.

"Use your words."

I strangle out a whine, "Y-yes, fuck."

His lips slowly start to curve upward, looking pleased at the effect he has on me while I just stand here pushed against the door, breathless and flushed as I watch him bend further down, trailing soft kisses starting from both my breasts all the way to my stomach.

His dark eyes never leave mine until he's down on his legs, fingers quickly pulling down the sweatpants he gave me to wear until they're on the floor pooling at my feet and I kick them to the side.

I can't even comprehend the emotions I feel right now. My entire body is on fire, burning at the touch of him, and knowing that he'll soon be inside me once again is doing dangerous things to me.

"Don't take your eyes off of me." He demands, leaning into the kiss the bare skin of my hip, "Watch what you do to me."

I nod, swallowing the saliva building up in my mouth and he shoots me a slow devilish smirk, fingers hooking around the thin fabric of my underwear before he forceful tears it from my body.

"Mason!" I scold, surprised he could rip it off that easily and he looks up at me, eyes showing no sign of remorse.

"They were in my way. Can't wait to taste you again, I'm starving."

I sigh, gawking down at him as his eyes travel down to catch a glimpse of me. I hold my breath as he hums, letting out a string of profanities under his breath just as he leans it and plants a kiss against the top of my bare skin.

"Mmm, always so ready for me, baby."

I can feel my heart thundering in my chest as he grabs ahold of my calf, lifts up my leg and places it over his shoulder, giving him more room under me. His mouth presses against the soft skin right where my leg meets his shoulder, and he trails kisses higher and higher at a teasing pace.

"Mason, please..." I whimper, not being able to take this anymore.

I need him now more than I've ever needed anything.

Without hesitation Mason buries himself between my legs, and my high pitched cry echoes through the room. He groans in satisfaction, swirling his tongue in patterns against me and I try my hardest not to collapse down onto him.

I can't control the frantic moans clawing their way out of me as he laps and suctions his lips around me, his mouth mercilessly assaulting every inch of my damp folds as if he hasn't eaten in days.

"Ah, fuck fuck, oh god." I writhe against him, biting down on my lip from all the pleasure he's giving me.

I let out breathless moans, threading my fingers into the back of his head and holding onto him for dear life. The movements with his mouth are ravenous, starved and precise, he's in complete control, devouring me like his last meal.

One of his hands slides back up to me and roughly slaps, twists and squeezes my breasts and every muscle in my body feels like it's spasming out in front of him. I pant, moan, whimper and let out enough strangled whines to leave him growling below me, relishing at the sight of what he's doing to me.

My mouth gapes open when he plunges a finger into me, then another, and another. The pressure inside me is building, growing and firing up until I can barely fucking breathe. I squirm against him and he holds me in place with a firm grip.

My insides clench as he folds his fingers inside me and continues feasting on my heat, sucking and lapping over it while he focuses his lustful dark eyes on my flush face.

My eyes roll to the back of my head from the delirious frenzy he sends me into, trembling, twitching over him.

"Look at me Isabelle."

Fuck fuck, I can't

I peel my eyes open to look down at him just as his fingers inside me pick up their pace, furiously driving inside of me up until the point where I'm screaming his name.

His fingers continue their skillful rhythm between my legs and the burning pit in my belly feels as though it might explode.

"Mason, fuck-"

"Let it out, Isabelle. Cum all over my mouth for me, lemme taste you."

My knees are so weak I have to hold onto his hair for support just as my mouth opens and eyes squeeze shut, body convulsing and I'm letting out inhume sounds, moaning- screaming for him while his tongue rides me through it all as aftershocks jolt through me.

My entire body feels ten times heavier, overcome with heat as I pathetically try to catch my breath. Words can't describe what he's able to do to me, I've never felt anything like it.

Fuck, this man can ruin me with nothing but his tongue.

I swallow, leaning back against the wood of his door, chest heaving up and down while I watch him lick his lips and bring his glistening fingers to his mouth and suck on them.

My body feels flustered with all of the whirling emotions inside of me, but no matter how many intense sensations I feel, they all lead to him.

Him him him him him

He slowly removes my legs from his shoulder, gets off his knees to stand in front of me and opens his now wet lips to speak, but without thinking I grab the back of his neck with my hand and immediately bring his mouth down onto mine.

Despite the abruptness of it all, it doesn't take long for his lips to move with mine. I can still taste myself on him as he deepens the kiss, my breasts crushing against his chest while he swallows every pliable breath from mouth and holds me tight against him.

Growing impatient, I reach my hand down not bothering to sever our mouths as I link my fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants. Before I get a chance to pull them off of him he wraps his hands around my wrists, moving them over my head against the door and I let out a breathless whimper.

A gush of air seeps past my lips as he closes the distance between us, the tip of his nose nudging the shell of my ear.

"You want me?"

Oh, fuck I knew that would come back to bite me in the ass.

"Say it." He demands, his voice threatening as he tilts his head back slightly, repositioning it so his lips are hovering over mine.

I stir under his grasp, trying to move closer but his firm grip holds me in place, eyes studying me closely.

"Yes or no."

He drives me completely insane.

His eyes lapse over every inch of me, flooding with so many unspeakable sins I know he's just dying to enact on. But he wants me to say it, just as I did earlier. He wants me vulnerable and to give him all the power to do whatever's swirling around in that unreadable mind of his.

And as of right now, I have no problem giving it to him.

"Yes, y-yes I want you."

I see a faint grin appear on his lips before he lets go of my wrists, picks my legs back up to hoist around his waist and slams his lips into mine with one quick motion.

Everything feels heightened between us, once touch from him sends my body on overdrive and I have no control over it. Our kisses are desperate, in need of each other and I nearly melt into his arms when I hear the low grunts escaping his lips.

"Good, because I'm not done with you yet." He promises against me and anticipation burns inside of me at the thought of it.

My body is pulled off of the door, and everything but him blurs around me until I'm tossed roughly onto his bed like a fucking ragdoll. He leaves me there, naked and aching for him while he walks over to his nightstand and retrieves a condom.

He tears the foil package open, pushing down his shorts and stepping out of them right before he rolls the latex onto himself while I lie on my back on top of his bed, watching his every move. For a moment he just looks at me, and I can't help but do the same. His bare naked body is standing right in front of me, black ink covering his toned burly muscles, lips wet and swollen pink, hair tousled over in every which way and here I lie completely breathless at the sight of it.

I catch him licking his lips as he walks over to the bed and positions both of his hands beside my head, bending down, his strong muscular body hovering over my own so he can place a chaste kiss on my lips.

He looks at me as though he's about to ravage me, body and soul.

But then the expression on his face relaxes, softens in front of me and I'm left wondering why. I narrow my eyes into him, confused on what's wrong and he backs his body up until he's above my waist.

Then he lowers himself down until his lips gently press against the prominent bruise given to me last night. Then he plants another, and another and I lie under him, my body frozen in place from his affectionate touch on my skin.

He flicks his eyes towards me, his body repositioning upward so he's able to grab onto my hand. His touch almost ignites every fiber in my body when he brings my hand up to him, gently bending it down so he's able to kiss the broken skin along my wrists.

Those green eyes of his stay locked onto mine as he peppers kisses over the skin and my entire body sparks.

Once he detaches his lips from my wrists he places it back onto the bed beside me, bending back over so his breaths fans the tip of my nose, and I just watch him, completely speechless by what just occurred.

"Turn around."

My eyes widen a bit before I quickly recover- but not quick enough for Mason not to notice of course. His lips curve upward, seeming satisfied with what he's able to do to me and I turn over so I'm down on all fours, mentally trying to grasp how his mood can change as rapidly as it does.

My heart slams against my ribcage, anticipation practically drowning every thought in my body when I feel his knees rest inbetween my own, weight shifting the bed.

He lightly slaps the inside of my thigh, "Spread your legs out wide for me, baby."

I do as he says, already feeling my breath getting heavier from just how anxious I am to feel him inside of me once again.

The two of us are like fire and ice- an explosive and flawed combination, and yet here we are giving ourselves to each other in spite of that.

He pushes himself forward, the tip of him teasing at my entrance and I plead out for him to give it to me. He holds onto my waist with one hand, and without warning he buries himself inside of me with one powerful thrust.

I let out a whimpered yelp as everything inside of my squeezes around him. We both let out heavy grunts, loud and deafening moans at his unrelenting movements while he continues to slam into me hard and fast.

His free hand tangles into the back of my hair, pulling me closer to him and once again it feels as though I have no control over the sounds leaving my body. I pant, my breathing shallow and if it weren't for Mason grabbing onto my hair I swear my body would have fallen to pieces by now.

The sound of our cries bounce from wall to wall as he impales into me, making me scream in pleasure.

"Fuck fuck- ah!" Heavy erotic moans leave his lips as he draws his hips back and fourth.

His hands roughly squeeze my ass before smacking his palm against my skin and I let out a moan, biting down on my lip from the stinging imprint I know is there.

"Shit, Mason... fuck, fuck me-shit!"

Desperate sounds force their way out of me and I know if I'm positioned like this any longer, I won't be able to last. My muscles, limbs and entire body are aching- burning with a mixture of sweat and exhaustion.

I whimper when he pulls out of me, but before I know it he slings his arm around my waist, turning me over and letting me fall back onto the bed in front of him. He bends back down, lips capturing my own and I whine against our messy dazed kiss.

His hair is stuck to his sweat coated forehead, chest heaving up and down with my own as I feel him push back into me slowly, his movements becoming drawn out strokes. I wrap my legs around him so he's able to bury himself deeper into me while we gasp into each other's mouth, our kisses now chaotic and messy.

My fingers lace themselves into his hair as I move my hips along with his, flooded by this blindingly intense and unrestrained experience with him, giving me something I've never experienced before, something I didn't even know was possible.

"Now do you know how badly I want you? How crazy you make me." He pants just above my lips, relishing in the feeling of my body trembling below him.

I don't have the strength to speak, all I'm able to do is nod helplessly.

He leans his head into the crook of my neck, the weight of his body almost crushing me and I try to suck in some air as he grinds further into me.

Mindless cries and moans fill the room as my body jolts underneath him, screaming his name as the orgasm rips through me, crippling me down to the core. Mason gasps against me, grunts and moans rumbling from his chest.

"Holy shit Isabelle- fuck fuck"

He slams into me one more time, length twitching inside of me while his body convulses, muscles spasming as his own orgasm wrecks him.

Our bodies are both heavily slick with sweat, breaths heavy and rapid as we both lie there, indulging in the fact that the both of us have managed to disintegrate each other, but deep down we both know that we wouldn't have it any other way.

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I don't know how long we stay here, restless in each other's arms. A little bit ago I received a text from Jessica asking me for a raincheck and I couldn't have been more relieved. I can still barely catch my breath, let alone walk.

After Mason eventually walked over to the trash bin and peeled off the condom, we both made our way under the covers, bodies molding onto each other while I mentally tried to make sense of what just happened.

We lie in silence for a while, legs tangled within each other, my head resting on top of his chest as we both trace mindless patterns against the other person's skin.

Everything about him floods my senses, he's unmistakingly intoxicating and addictive and it drives me crazy.

Even after everything we've just done I feel the urge to somehow bring him even closer to me.

I don't know what this means for the two of us, the thought alone is enough to send me panicking. I know how we are, how we'll be on an inescapable high one moment only for us to fall apart the next.

It's toxic- destructive in any way possible.

Him lying here under me, tips of his fingers drawing all sorts of random lines and shapes almost makes the stern look on his face go unnoticed. Those eyes of his staring blankly at the ceiling, brows creased and lips pushed over slightly as he chews on the inside of his cheek, and my body tenses, a pit forming in my belly over what he could possibly be thinking.

Which is why after God knows how long, I slowly peel my body off, sitting up to ignore the aching in my bones while I step off his bed.

"It's getting late, I should probably get going."

He doesn't say anything, just watches me as I walk over to my folded pile of clothes on the top of his dresser that I placed here before the gym. I reach over, grabbing each article of clothing- besides my now ripped underwear- and swiftly put it on myself, getting dressed as quickly as I can with his eyes on me.

I almost swear I hear him get off the bed from behind me and all the hairs on my body spike upwards over the thought of him walking over to touch me again.

But it never happens.

Once I'm fully changed I turn back around to face him and see him in nothing but grey sweatpants, sitting on the end of his bed with his lips rolled into his mouth.

I open my mouth to speak but he interrupts.

"C'mere, let me talk to you." His voice is soft, hooded eyes flashing with an emotion I can't quite recognize and I take small leisure steps over to him, unsure of what he's about to do next. "Why do you look like you're about to piss yourself?"

I let out a small chuckle just as my body stands right between his legs.

"I feel like your mouth is about to do that thing where something stupid comes out of it." I answer him honestly, almost melting down to the floor when his lips curve upwards.

He wraps his strong muscular arms around my small body, pulling me closer to him and I have to place my hands on his shoulders to keep from falling over him completely.

Darkened glimmering eyes look up at me, the air between us charged once again.

"I thought you liked my mouth." He says slowly, knowing exactly what he's doing to me.

"I do, but most of the time it moves I feel like strangling you." I taunt, and a low amused laugh tumbles past his lips, ringing in my ears, making my body feel warm again.

And then his hand moves to my own, forcing me down onto the bed with him until my back hits the mattress and I let out a surprised gasp. He shifts his body over mine, close enough to where I'm able to feel everything beneath him pulsate against me.

He leans down further, words echoing into my ear, "Mmm kinky."

My breath hitches when he leans down a bit more, tip of his nose brushing against my own. But then his body stills, expression on his face relaxes while the back of his knuckles lightly brush against my cheeks.

My whole body is on fire again, and I mentally shame myself for not being able to ignore the perpetual flutter blazing deep in the pit of my belly.

There's a war waging in his mind in front of me, even though he's not speaking, mouth glued shut, I can see it in his eyes. He sighs heavily, resting his forehead against mine and pressing a soft quick kiss to my lips.

"I'm sorry." He whispers against me and my lungs almost give out on me right there, "You know, for being a fucking idiot half the time."

I quickly roll my lips into my mouth to hide the smile fighting to break free from him quoting me earlier and instead try to focus on the hurt I felt at the time. Not long ago we were screaming at each other, and now here we are, his body pressed up against mine, soft and gentle touches and sweet tender kisses being exchanged.

He continues, "I shouldn't have turned off your phone. It was wrong of me."

"Then why did you?" I try to keep my voice as faint as possible so he doesn't shy away from me too soon.

The adam's apple in his neck visibly bobs when I see him swallow thickly. Another heavy breath exhales out of his nose, fanning the tip of my own. Silence looms over us for a moment, but then he speaks, his voice staying soft and wary.

"I didn't want you to leave me."

At this point I'm not surprised I haven't melted into a puddle on top of his bed.

My heart leaps into my throat, and the charged air around us intensifies to the point where I can feel it start to prickle my skin.

"Why?"

My stomach is doing cartwheels at how he's speaking to me. How this man is able to fuck me physically and emotionally is beyond me.

He brushes his lips against mine, "Hell if I know."

And while I'm still trying to process everything, his lips capture my own. It's different from the last time, although there's still the same severe amount of need, it's slow, delicate and absolutely without a doubt arousing.

He trails his fingertips from down my leg straight up towards the end of my skirt, gripping the skin underneath it and I let out a breathless moan against his lips. One touch and I'm already a panting, throbbing, flooding mess.

He pulls away, still remaining close enough for me to feel how out of breath he already is over me. His thumb caresses the ridge of my jaw while his other hand rubs against my skin, teasing and torturing me.

Coming closer, his nose drags against my cheek up to the shell of my ear.

"I can see how badly I'm affecting you... You're afraid."

"Afraid?" I pant out, his fingers going under my skirt, moving higher and higher at an agonizingly slow rate.

"Of all the things I could do to you. And I could," his hands move under me, squeezing my ass roughly and I let out a sharp gasp, back already arching off his bed. "I could do it all to you, baby."

Oh fuck, at least give me time to recover from the last time.

"You want to know what I'm thinking?" He asks me and I swallow a moan.

"Not particularly."

Goosebumps erupt on the skin of my body when he leans down, trailing kisses from the bottom of my ear all the way down to my collarbone.

"I'm thinking..." I squirm under him, and he lifts his face back to hover over mine, gaze focusing right on my eyes. "I have a proposition for you."

"Proposition? What kind of proposition?"

He pretends to think for a moment, "A sexual proposition."

A thrill makes its way down my spine, the buzz surrounding my entire body becoming too much to handle.

"I'm listening."

His jaw ticks with amusement, "This doesn't have to be the last time I touch you."

I feel my stomach sink, "But then we'd be exactly what we were last time- messy and problematic."

I sigh at the feeling of his breath tickling my skin, his wants and needs fighting with my own and I know if he keeps looking at me like the way he currently is it won't take me long to back down.

"No, this time it's different."

"How so?"

"Because this time you're not allowed to fuck anyone else."

My body stills under him, all the burning heat once coursing through me dissipates and I'm not sure whether I should feel angry or turned on. The sparkle in his eyes tells me he's serious, and I swallow the lump forming in my throat, my mind running at a hundred miles per second.

"You mean I'm not allowed to fuck Aiden?" I toy with him and a grumble leaves his throat, face turning cold and menacing as he grips onto my chin, lifting my head up so I'm able to look into his dark eyes blazing with fury.

"Not him. Not anyone. Only me."

The way his hooded eyes focus on my own and flick down to my lips has me trembling.

Do it. Just ask him. Don't be afraid.

"And what about you? Am I going to be the only one that has to abide by these rules?"

Silence fills the air once again and my heart beats so fast I could go into cardiac arrest right here, right now. I put on a strong face, try to act like his answer won't completely obliterate me- ruin me after everything that took place inside these four walls.

"I would too."

Suddenly it's hard to breathe.

He goes on, "It's only fair, isn't it?"

I look up at him, all the English words I have ever known have disappeared from my mind. I can barely wrap my head around it all. From the way Mason is looking at me I can tell that this isn't a regular thing for him. I wonder how many exclusive friends with benefits relationships he's actually been in, but something tells me this might be his first.

Before I can say anything, his lips find my neck again, sucking and biting the skin while his hands work there way up my body.

His body is hard, scent infiltrating every bit of me to the point where he's clouding every single one of my thoughts, making it impossible to think straight.

"Say yes." He whispers against me, bringing his hand up to squeeze my breasts through my shirt and I let out a stifled moan.

Fuck I can't think straight when he does shit like this

"Say yes, baby."

I try to scramble my thoughts together, I need to at least make some kind of effort to think properly so I can make the right decision about this.

I want him, oh fuck I want him.

He wouldn't be mine, but his body would. This body that's hovering over my own, begging me to stand down would be mine. I know he doesn't do relationships, and a part of me feels as though this might be the closest we'll ever get to that.

And somehow, parts of him sound better than none of him at all.

But I told myself things would be different this time.

They have to be different.

"On one condition."

I feel him smile against me, planting a delicate kiss onto my collarbone, "Name it."

The nerves I had managed to submerge come right back up to the surface, making me feel nauseous. I can't ignore his behavior anymore after everything that's happened today.

I'm attached to him- I know this. He's somehow managed to claw himself back into my life, my mind, my body, and I can't ignore how bad it's gotten anymore.

"Tell me why."

He plants more kisses along my skin, humming at the touch while my anxiety shoots through the roof.

"Why what?"

I'm not going to let anything stop me this time. I'm willing to let everything out onto the floor, cut out my past and lay it in front of him if that's what it takes for him to open up to me. I'm scared shitless that after everything I've given it still won't be enough.

He wants my body to be his, but this is the only way for that to happen.

"Tell me why you left."

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me after rereading this chapter:

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