Another squeeze of the bottle and more silky lube helped him glide back in, inch by glorious inch, until he sank completely into me. I made a strangled noise as he spread me wide and tried to exhale over the dizzying sparks spreading from where our bodies met.
He paused, making deep, unhurried circles, and everything back there awakened. Pleasure surged, wrapped me in a choke hold, and slammed me to the mat with a ‘you asked for it’ kind of attitude. It was more than when he tortured my clit, more even than the orgasms that came from his cock pounding my G-spot; this was whole body.
Holy shit. Ez… I.. I need…
Iknow, baby. I know.
The pain was gone—thank God—replaced by a different type of fullness. One that felt so wrong it was right. A slick finger ran down my slit to press on a clit that couldn’t possibly take anymore stroking.. and yet, I clenched around him.
“Fuuuuuck…ah… hold on,” he growled. “This is about to be hard and quick.”
It was the only warning I got. Ezra fucked my ass with long, deep strokes, reaching places inside me I didn’t know existed. Sensations sizzled through my body too rapidly to define. Just one solid buzz of pleasure. The delicious friction, the hard, quick circles on my clit…
I felt my brain short-circuit and stop functioning. I lost vision. My limbs jerked, uncoordinated, like they didn’t know how to react to this much sensory overload.
Lightning arched through my body as I impossibly came again and again, until my limbs locked up. Was this how one died from too much pleasure? It sure as hell felt like it.
Ezra’s thrusts became desperate and fervent, ending in a rippling detonation that literally filled me in a way he couldn’t before. He emptied himself in a warm rush, almost like a soothing balm for the way he absolutely wrecked me. The hand around my neck loosened its hold and dropped entirely to brace on the bed.
His heavy breathing mixed with mine, the only sound in the room aside from the serenade of crickets right outside the French doors. I didn’t want him to move from his place on top of me. Inside of me. There were zero cares about how sweaty we were or how our skin felt slick against one another—I couldn’t bear to lose the connection.
Maybe he felt the same way, after all, our emotions were more linked now than ever before. Or maybe he heard my silent plea. Ezra rolled to his side, wrapping his arms around my waist to bring me with him. His softening cock was still long enough that I had to bend my knees to lay comfortably but our legs intertwined, and he periodically pushed against me in slow, gentle thrusts.
With his head tucked over my shoulder and our cheeks brushing, we shared the same air. The same racing heart rate. The same body, almost. We were truly one. There were no take-backs. Ezra Alantes wasmine,and I was his, unconditionally. And God help whoever tried to tear us apart.
CHAPTER 30
Rani
Warm rays of sunshine swept across the bed, finding my bare skin and soaking beneath it to the sore muscles waiting there. My back bowed in a lazy stretch as flashes of the night before came back to me in a slow reel.
Ezra.
His hands on me and the tender but brazen way they drew pleasure from what felt like a never-ending well. The way his lips sipped from me; his tongue plundered; his fingers—fuck, there weren’t enough words to describe what he did. My drowsy grin blazed with satisfaction.
Inside my chest, my heart skipped, and another presence leaped with it, then matched its tempo at a steady beat. Ezra and I separated some time while we were asleep, but our bodies refused to move too far. One of my legs draped over his, and his hand lay slack on the curve of my breast. I knew he was still asleep without looking; knew he was at peace, content, because he was a part of me now.
It was like my soul shuffled around to make room for his. Where before it was only empty space and rage, now it was a perfectly cut, missing puzzle piece. Feeling whole wasn’t something I could fully wrap my head around yet. For too long, I’d been functioning with failing patches and barely sealed cracks, but I didn’t have to scramble to seal them off anymore, and that relief was foreign to me.
I felt different but the same. Definitely sore. And also a little unbalanced.
Ezra and I were like a small, floating island made up of only the two of us. Wherever the waves rocked me, he came too, and when his side went under, I spun off kilter. Being tied to someone like that was a lot, even if it was what I wanted. Just the thought of having to learn how to control this new connection brought on a little bit of anxiety—okay, some panic too—enough to increase my heart rate and reach Ezra in his slumber.
Pale blue eyes blinked open and sharpened to a concerned gaze that met the restless turmoil in mine.
I’m sorry.My tone was low and flustered.I couldn’t figure out how to shut it off.
Yet another difference with the bond. Before, I could concentrate and block him out. How did one still do that when the person they were trying to hide from was already behind their walls?
Is everything okay?
He glanced around the room, searching for threats, and I felt even more stupid.
I’m thinking too much, that’s all.
By the way my residual panic probably echoed in his chest, he knew that was an understatement, but I didn’t want to worry him. I didn’t want him to think I had any regrets. My body and how I understood it changed yet again, and I was dealing with it. Iaskedfor it.
“You can still block me out with practice,” he finally said, after a long period of silence where I was pretty sure he spied on my inner freak out. “Do you want to try?”
