Amber’s POV I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning. “I… I want you. I swear I do. I want all of it.” My voice came out small and hoarse. “But I’m not… I’m not ready to go all the way. Not tonight. Not yet.” I braced for frustration, for that alpha edge to creep in, for him to coax or push just a little. Instead, Mason exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders. The corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked, wicked little smile—still bad boy, still dangerous, but tender underneath. “Then we don’t,” he said simply. “You stay right there, baby. You don’t have to do anything but lie back and let me take care of you.” Before I could respond, he kissed me again, soft this time and reassuring, and then started moving downward. He shoved my dress higher, exposing me completely. My legs parted on instinct as he settled between them, broad shoulders spreading me wider. He looked up at me through dark lashes, eyes blazing. “Look at this perfect fucking pussy,” he growled, dragging one f
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