Page 19 of The CEO's Obsession

"You okay?" I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She nods again. "Keep going," she urges.

I continue my slow advance until I'm fully sheathed inside her. The feeling is indescribable—hot, tight perfection. I hold still, fighting every instinct to move.

"You feel amazing," I tell her, my voice rough with restrained desire. "So perfect. So tight."

Harper shifts experimentally, and we both gasp at the sensation.

I begin to thrust, setting a gentle rhythm. Harper's legs wrap around my waist, drawing me deeper.

I lose myself in the exquisite sensation of Harper's tight heat enveloping me. My hips snap forward with increasing urgency as primal need overtakes me.

"Fuck, Harper," I groan. "So tight, so perfect."

She whimpers beneath me, her nails raking down my back. The sting only fuels my passion.

"I can't get enough of you," I pant, my thrusts growing more forceful. "You're intoxicating. I'm addicted to you."

Harper's legs tighten around my waist, drawing me deeper. "Mason," she gasps. "Oh god..."

The sound of my name on her lips drives me wild. I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all my pent-up desire into it.

"You're mine now," I growl against her neck. "All mine. I'm never letting you go."

My hand slides between us to circle her clit. Harper cries out, her back arching off the bed.

"That's it, baby," I encourage. "Come for me again. Let me feel you."

As her inner walls start to flutter around me, rational thought deserts me entirely. A torrent of heated words spills from my lips.

"Fuck, Harper. I'm obsessed with you. You've ruined me for anyone else. I'll never get enough."

Her climax washes over her and she clenches around me, triggering my own release. As ecstasy crashes through me, I continue my fevered confessions.

"I'm going to worship you. Spoil you rotten. Give you anything you want. You're mine forever, baby. You hear me?"

I come for what seems like forever until we collapse together, breathing heavily. As the haze of passion slowly clears, I realize what I've said. I tense, worried I've frightened her.

But Harper simply curls closer, nuzzling into my chest. "I'm yours," she murmurs sleepily. "And you're mine."

Relief floods through me as I wrap my arms around her. I press a tender kiss to her forehead, savoring this perfect moment.

As Harper drifts off to sleep, I lie awake, my mind racing. I meant every word I said in the throes of passion. She's changed everything for me. And I know with absolute certainty that I'll do whatever it takes to keep her by my side.

CHAPTER

NINE

Harper

As we strollthrough the gallery, Mason's hand rests possessively on the small of my back, his fingers splayed wide as if to claim as much of me as possible. The warmth of his touch seeps through the thin fabric of my dress, a constant reminder of our passionate encounter just last night.

I can't help but notice how his eyes dart protectively around the room, assessing each person who comes near us. When an enthusiastic art collector steps a bit too close while gushing about a vibrant abstract piece, Mason smoothly maneuvers me to his other side, putting his body between me and the stranger.

"Fascinating perspective," he says to the man, his voice polite but clipped. "If you'll excuse us."

His hand slides from my back to grasp mine, our fingers interlacing as he guides me to a quieter corner of the gallery. The possessive gesture sends a thrill through me that I'm not entirely prepared for.

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