Chapter 1: The Spark of Desire
Mason leaned against the kitchen counter, a glass of red wine in hand, his dark eyes tracing the curve of Grace’s body as she stirred a pot on the stove. Five years of marriage had only deepened his hunger for her, and tonight, with the weight of their decision to start a family hanging in the air, the tension between them was electric.
'Damn, woman, do you have to look that good just making dinner?' Mason’s voice was a low growl, laced with a playful edge as he set his glass down and stepped closer. His hands slid over her hips, pulling her back against him, letting her feel the heat of his growing need.
Grace smirked, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked glint in her eye. 'If you can’t handle a little heat in the kitchen, Mason, how are you gonna handle me later?' She pressed her ass against him deliberately, teasing, her tone dripping with challenge. 'I’m not some delicate flower, babe. You’d better bring your A-game tonight.'
He chuckled, his breath hot against her neck as he nipped at her skin. 'Oh, sweetheart, I’ve got moves you haven’t even dreamed of yet. Starting a family means we’re gonna do this right—every inch of you is mine to worship.' His hands roamed up her sides, fingers brushing the underside of her breasts through her thin shirt, making her breath hitch.
Grace turned in his arms, her eyes blazing with equal parts lust and defiance. 'Worship, huh? Better make it good, because I’m not settling for anything less than mind-blowing.' She grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down for a searing kiss, her tongue demanding entry as she claimed his mouth with fierce intent.
Their banter melted into hungry moans as Mason lifted her onto the counter, the pot forgotten on the stove. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and she could feel how hard he was already, his cock straining against his jeans. 'Fuck, Grace, you’ve got me so damn horny I can’t think straight,' he muttered against her lips, his hands sliding under her shirt to grip her bare skin.
She laughed, a sultry sound that sent a shiver down his spine. 'Good. I want you out of control, Mason. I want you to fuck me like you can’t get enough.' Her fingers worked at his belt, deft and impatient, while his hands shoved her shirt up, exposing her to his ravenous gaze. He groaned at the sight of her, his mouth finding her neck, then lower, trailing wet, deliberate kisses down to her collarbone.
'You’re dripping for me already, aren’t you?' he teased, his voice rough as one hand slipped between her thighs, finding her wet through her leggings. Grace gasped, her head tipping back, but she wasn’t about to let him have all the power. 'Keep talking, big guy, but you’d better back it up. I want that cock of yours deep inside me, now.'
Mason’s eyes darkened with raw desire as he yanked her leggings down, her panties following in a swift tug. She was bare to him now, her pussy glistening with need, and he couldn’t resist dropping to his knees, his mouth hovering just inches from her heat. 'Not yet, babe. First, I’m gonna taste you until you’re screaming my name.'
Grace gripped his hair, her voice a mix of command and plea. 'Then don’t fucking tease me, Mason. Eat me like you mean it.' Her words were cut off by a sharp moan as his tongue flicked against her, the first touch sending sparks through her body. The night was just beginning, and they both knew it was about to explode into something primal, something unforgettable.
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