“I have you all to myself for the next hour and I need you awake for it.”
She let her eyes drift around the room. “Where are…”
“Buying dinner.” His hands pushed under her and picked her up. “Can you stay awake for me?”
“Only because my prince asked so sweetly.”
Ezra purred like a tamed lion and carried her to her room. “Will you tie me up and make me come, princess?”
“I think you can ask nicer than that.” She enjoyed toying with him, but she loved that playful smile of his even more.
He sat her down on the bed, then knelt before her on the mattress, taking her hands in his. “My gorgeous little princess, would you do me the honour of tying me to the bed and using me to your liking?” He brushed his lips across her right hand, then her left, peering up at her with big, dark eyes. “Pretty please.”
“Will you show me what you enjoy?”
“Oh, princess. You could rip me to pieces and I would thank you for it.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, remembering how her first ever thought about him tied to the bed was tickling him until he laughed. “That’s a very dangerous power to give me.”
“I live a very risky life.”
She leaned over and let her lips brush over his jawline to his ear and whispered, “I think your shirt has to go.”
The fabric ripped as Ezra tore it from his body. “Of course.”
He looked perfect, the ink covering his skin, moving as his chest vibrated and his muscles twitched with anticipation. “Lay down my prince.”
“As you wish.”
Ezra almost scrambled to lay down and only when he lifted his hands over his head did she notice the ropes already tied to the headboard. He’d listened to Mateo and prepared himself. When he was settled on his back, she sat on top of him and reached for the restraints. He guided her through the knot, just like Mateo. When she was finished, she rewarded his patience with a kiss to the forehead.
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you.”
She let her hands travel over his chest, up his sternum and to his neck. Her fingers softly closed around his throat, and she could feel his Adam’s apple bob under her palm as he stifled a groan. With her other hand supporting her, she leaned over him and kissed him briefly and when she emerged, she let herself drown in the darkness of his eyes.
“Anything?” she asked, though her mind came up empty.
“I’m yours, Scarlett. I belong to you.”
Her thumb stroked his carotid, his pulse thumping beneath the skin. “I’m not ready to satisfy your need for pain.”
“I know and that is alright. I’m not asking you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
Instead, she shifted her weight and rubbed herself over his erection, a low, guttural groan vibrating her palm. She let her lips brush over his jaw, then pushed her body down further. Her hand left his throat, her lips replacing it as she kissed the head of the raven. His chest was heaving, his breathing uncontrollable as she kissed her way south.
He lifted his hips when she curled her fingers around his waistband to expose him. His sweats came off, and Ezra’s raging erection bounced in front of her face. She bit her lip and hesitantly wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her thumb rubbing over the leaking slit.
“Princess,” he growled, rolled his head back, and pushed his cock through her fist. “Tighter.”
Scarlett obeyed, and Ezra thrusted harder. She picked up his rhythm and matched her hand to his thrusts, earning herself another deep groan.
Before she could stop herself, she ducked down and swiped her tongue along his cockhead, making him jerk in her hand.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hips bucking under her.
Unsure if she’d done anything he disliked she looked up, her hot breath washing over his engorged flesh. “I—”
