Thirty

He knew the second she came to. She stirred, nuzzled his chest, and lifted her eyes to his. Mason brushed her hair from her face, his other hand dragging her up his body until they were face to face. He had so many questions but at the moment, he was just going to enjoy having her in his arms again. Being with her, kissing her, touching her, having her all to himself.

"If I say I want you again, will you believe it?"

"They say actions speak louder than words. So let's see" he said, snaking a hand between them, gently brushing his fingers over her folds "I believe you now"

She playfully slapped his shoulder "Keep going then. Why'd you stop"

"Because you need to rest and I need to get to work"

"I'm fine, Mason"

"Are you sure? I went pretty hard on you yesterday"

"You're right. I might not be able to walk properly for the next few days"

"I'm sorry" he wasn't. He would never be sorry for ravishing her body. She was probably covered in bruises and he wished he could mark ever