Torn Love

I moan out loudly. God... His touch is so consuming. I arch my back, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. It's like a different world....of pleasure. His hands skim up my thighs as he continues to lick me down there. I bit hard on my lip, how much more of it could I take? His tongue draws constant patterns around me, deep and out....in and out. I gasp as he kisses me multiple times there and I want to let go...but I don't think I can

"Mason!" I cry out.

"Yes, Alana?" He says huskily. God, his voice alone just drives me up the wall.

"Don't play smart ass." I groan, reaching out for him. I am rewarded with his soft hand. I feel his lips graze along my knuckles. I smile.

"I'm not playing." He whispers and slowly climbs back up my body until he is hovering over me, his eyes meeting with mine. I lay still as I study his beautiful feature. His sexy lips, his pale skin. I run my hand slowly down his muscular arms which surround my small frame beneath him. His eyes are a intensifying green and his breath is devine.

"This is so bad, Mason." I whisper, breathless.

He leans down and captures my lips before I can say anything else. "Shh, don't think." He says against my lips and deepens the kiss into a furious and passionate one. I moan and reach my hands up to his head, gripping his brown locks. My fingers tangle into his soft hair and instantly, I'm just lost. Lost in him.

His fingers reach up to my face and he loses his fingers in my long brown hair. My eyes flutter as he removes his lips from mine and lowers then down to my neck, biting and nibbling softly and daringly at my skin. I suddenly feel so vulnerable and sensitive by his touch. I purse my lips, trying to keep my mind sane from all this pleasure that he is giving me. It's wrong. We shouldn't be doing this, but it's something we both want. So, we will both fight to get it.

It's an addiction, and I cannot resist. I just can't help myself. His taste is like chocolate, every scent and taste I desire.

I gasp as his hands grab my legs and wrap them around his waist. He grinds into my. Hard. I yelp in shock. God, the pleasure. He growls with...desperation? I can't tell but all I know is that I'm hungry, so hungry for him. When I moan in desperation myself, I am given his luxury lips back and I devour them with mine as much as I can. I taste as much as I can. He growls into my mouth and his tongue grazes lightly along my bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. I grant him and he fills my mouth with nothing but him. I feel his tongue exploring my mouth but I fight for dominance, twirling my tongue with his.

Of course he wins. As men do, as boys do. It's all the same.

He nips lightly on my bottom lip and I gasp in surprise. How doe he know all of these little pleasurable tricks? How does he know how to turn a girl on so well? It's...it's alien to me. That's because he's been keeping me in the dark for all these years, keeping me safe and alive. I was always ever under his protection. His reason was always because he didn't want some man to come along and violate me and take me over. Only, he did all that himself, he violated me and took me over...but the thing is....the terrible thing is that I liked it. I asked for it and I got it. I wanted him and only him.

He chuckles at my quiet gasps and climbs down my body, biting on my hips lightly. He begin t trace his tongue fro, the top of my thin down to my ankle. I moan, pleading for him to do it. To let me let go.

"Why won't you just do it?" I want you inside me, Mason...

He pauses and looks up at me with hooded eyes. They are filled with lust. "I want nothing more than to take you right here right now but-"

"Don't." I cut him off.

I hear him sigh and he's laying beside me, his finger playing with a strand of my hair. Our foreheads press together and he holds my eyes for longer than what I could remember. "You make it so hard for me to say no."

"Don't say no. Say yes!" I beg.

He smiles doubtfully and caresses my cheeks with him thumb, "I will say yes, soon. I just want it to be more than this. I want it to be special."

"You won't be able to make it special, Mason. It is what it is. It's not like we can get married and have a honeymoon. That's as special as it gets, but that isn't an option for us." I try to explain. Why does he think he can make out more of our relationship, well of what left there is of it.

"I know. There are other ways though." He looks down and entwined our fingers together.

"Like what?" I ask.

"A hotel, where we can be alone. I don't know."

I lick my dry lips to moisture them and slowly look up into his eyes. He's looking at me with such emotion in his eyes. They're glassy, as if he wants to cry. I've never seen him cry. Never.

"Maybe, I don't see how we could get away with that, though." I frown.

Before I can say anything else, he curls my face in his large hands, forcing my face up so I'm looking directly at him. "Believe me, Alana. I'm trying my best, I'm trying. Just trust me. Can you do that?"

"Do what?" I whisper breathlessly.

"Can you put your trust in me?"

I nod slowly and suddenly his crashes his lips down to mine and our session is replayed. Every touch, every scent, every taste. It intoxicates me. He pins my wrists above my head as he posses my lips and fills my mouth with his taste. I let him.

"I love you." I whisper.