Paris POVMy breath hitched, a sharp, audible sound in the quiet room. Mason’s words hung there, raw and possessive, wrapping around me like chains I didn't want to break.“You came here for a reason,” I said, my voice low but steady even though my heart was racing. “Say it.”Mason’s breathing changed right away, slow at first and then uneven, like he was trying to keep control and failing. His eyes darkened as he leaned forward, close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips.He brushed his mouth against mine, not kissing me, not fully, just enough to make my head spin, teasing me the way he always used to because that was one thing Mason had always been good at.His hands, which were on my thighs, firm and warm, moved higher, passing over my breast with care that felt almost cruel, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me and wanted me to feel every second of it. My skin burned under his touch, my thoughts turning hazy as my pulse raced.His hands moved up to my neck, fing
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