Page 58 of Wreck and Ruin
A large, fluffy, black spider stares back at me, and my lips start to tremble.
“I know it was hard losing Seba and Flipper, but I thought this little guy would be perfect for you. Not to replace them or anything,” he says, a little unsure, and there's a tenderness in his tone that only I get to see.
“Ezekiel. He's perfect.”
Losing my spiders a couple of years ago was hard for me, and Ezekiel was there for me through all of it. I’m just glad I got to have them for as long as I did.
Ezekiel understands me better than I understand myself sometimes.
I reach into the pocket of my jacket and hold out the red velvet organza bag. I bite my bottom lip, even more nervous now because there's nothing I could give him that will top a pet spider.
“It's not much, but I thought you'd like it,” I say as I watch him untie the little red drawstring before opening it.
“Airlie, is this what I think it is?” he says, his eyes wide, the start of a smile forming across his sharp, handsome features. He twirls the pendant between his fingers, the gold chain glinting in the orange light.
“It's a vial of my blood. You know, because you love my blood so much,” I say, a little quieter now because I’m still learning about what is considered normal and what isn't when it comes to gift giving.
“Baby girl, this is the best damn thing,aside from you,that I've ever been given. I will wear this with pride. Everywhere.” He reaches for me, his lips landing on mine, and I gently place my spider safely back behind the basket.
My hands cup the sides of Ezekiel's face, pulling him into me more, wanting him closer as his tongue parts my lips and then smooths over mine. When we are like this, it's like the world around us stops spinning. There are no sounds but the sputtering flames and ocean waves as they fight to drown out our heavy breaths.
He removes his coat and then his suit jacket until he's wearing nothing but a white button down dress shirt, much like the one he wore the day that I first saw him. His huge, muscular body presses into me, my back against the soft blanket, the sand beneath it, like a pillow.
He keeps his beard trimmed nicely, but his hair is much longer now, always styled up beautifully in a bun that only makes him look wild and feral.
A dark knight, dressed in even darker finery.
Though, it doesn’t matter what Ezekiel wears, he always looks perfect.
He lifts my leg, removing my shoe, and then shifts to remove the other. Before I know it, I'm wearing nothing but skin beneath him. He runs his large, calloused hands along my calf muscles, spreading my thighs before his right hand inches higher, sending invisible shockwaves of pleasure along my skin before cupping my pussy.
A breath escapes me, arousal coursing through my body, as his blue eyes, wild in the amber light, gaze down at me with raw, animalistic hunger.
He leans in, sliding his wet tongue along my center, and I lurch forward with his touch. He grips my hips, his strong hands holding me tighter now as he sinks his tongue deeper into me. His mouth closes around my sensitive clit, licking and sucking, his wet tongue sliding up and down until my legs start to shudder.
“Oh no, baby. I don’t think so. I want you to come on my cock,” he says, pushing away from me to stand.
I want to hit him.
I shoot him a glare that tells him I’ll do it, not bothering to hide my impatience. I need him, achingly so, and he chuckles.
“Did you think that I was going to bring you all the way out here without my cum dripping down your thighs when we leave? You know I can't get enough of you,” he growls. His own need is like electricity skittering over his skin, his face flush, making my stomach flutter deliciously in anticipation. “Did you want that, Little Siren?”
“Y—yes,” I whisper desperately. My body prickles with heat that has nothing to do with the fire, crackling, and fizzing beside our bodies.
“What was that?” he says,teasing, because I know that he heard me.
“Yes, Ezekiel.”
He leans back and gets to his feet, towering above me. He removes his shirt, exposing the scared contours of his mouth-watering chest to me, and then he undoes his pressed black slacks, the whole time, his eyes never leave mine as he undresses above me.
Dinneranda show, I decide, as his large, hard cock springs free, hitting his stomach.
My eyes widen.
I'm never going to get used to seeing him like this.
He kneels, towering over me, part villain, part hero, and his eyes flash with something dark, menacing even, and within seconds, his powerful body is all over me.
