I ease her forward onto the table, crowding her back. Our sweat slick bodies heated as the spoon clatters to the table, and she screams out my name on a shuddering exhale, her body vibrating with aftershocks as the change in position welcomes another orgasm to rock her body. I thrust twice more to chase my own release.
Pulling her up, I angle her face with her hair still wrapped around my white-knuckled fist, my lips crashing against hers, our tongues dancing as I lose myself inside her, spilling my seed as deep as I can as I hold her to me. I kiss her reverently on her swollen lips, our harsh breaths mingling as I gaze down into her watery ocean blue eyes.
I’d happily drown in this moment with her a thousand times over.
CARA
Unshackling me, he turns me to face him, the connection of our bodies never severed. Even as he tucks himself back into his trousers, his knuckles graze my belly.
“There she is,” his mesmerising eyes are hooded as he traces the line of my jaw with his finger, running it down my throat before pressing his hand to my chest; my racing heart thumps wildly against his palm.
I mimic his move and do the same to him, revelling in such an easy exchange of comfort. The moment of quiet is enough of a conversation for us.
Bending, his hand continues its path as he falls to his knees at my feet, trailing it down over my aching pussy. A shiver tickles up my spine. I lean against the table to steady myself, swaying without his broad body to hold onto.
“I think you dropped something, Red,” he retorts, levity in his voice as he hits me with a kilowatt grin, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.He scoops up the trail of his cum mixed with mine that is running down my inner thigh and pushes it back up inside my throbbing entrance as he gets to his feet.
I wince, my core sensitive as a sharp intake of breath followed by a longing ethereal sigh leaves my trembling lips. With the pressure of his palm secured around my neck, he holds me steady.
“Ezra—” It’s a broken plea; for what exactly, I’m unsure. My brain is frazzled in the aftermath of what we’ve just done. I rock down onto his fingers, my body with a mind of its own as it chases his touch. His fingers glide deeper inside me, the heel of his palm pressing against my swollen clit as I rest my forehead against his chest.
I’d gladly take anything he has to offer me; the warmth of our collective release feels right as it fills me. The fullness as he adds a second finger takes my breath away as I grip onto his shoulders and gulp for air. I’m chasing the sensation of yet another orgasm, his warm panting breaths hitting my cheek as he gazes lovingly down at my face. Pushing me back, my arse hits the table, the cold steel feeling more like the burn from a flameagainst his raw brand etched into my skin. His calloused fingers loop around to the front of my neck, wrapping around my throat to hold me still, squeezing the pulse points until my lashes flutter against my cheeks and my head swims, the monotonous thump of my overworked heart filling my ears as he grips and releases—heightening and teasing the sensations flooding my body.
“Greedy for my cum, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he questions, repeating the languid thrust of his fingers and curling them against my g-spot as he works a groan from my lips.
I’d happily suffocate under the weight of his attention, gladly drown in his one-of-a-kind sample of madness. Sweat speckling my collarbone, I decide this euphoric bliss—this trance he sucks me into—it’s an addiction I’ll gladly crave until I die. Because one taste of Ezra Wolfe isn’t enough. I want his love to consume me until the world outside our bubble of two no longer makes sense. It has been so long since I’ve felt…a sense of being home.
“You had enough? You want me to stop?” he teases, moving to retract his fingers.
“Please don’t stop. I need…I need…” I press, panic constricting my throat at the thought of him stealing away this feeling.
“I know what you need, Red; your body whispers everything to me with very little effort on my part.” He thrusts harder with his fingers, and my lips part with a needy groan that has him repeating the move, unabating as he holds my body to his.
I snake my fingers up into his hair at his nape, the other gripped around the edge of the table.
“Watching you fall apart is a welcome torment for my soul, the beast inside me eternally unsatisfied and hungry for more; I’ll never tire of this; I’ll never have enough of you. I hope you’re ready for that.”
I believe every word that tumbles from his mouth because I feel it too.
Fire courses through my veins as my walls grip around the intrusion of his fingers, slamming them up against my g-spot repeatedly, his arm shaking with the intensity of his movements as the pressure builds. My vision is blurry as I try to keep my eyes open and on him, the need to stay lucid in the moment heavy in my soul, the irrational fear that he may disappear feeling too real.
“I’m ready, fuck, I’m…” I sob, the relentless ebbing of my release just out of reach, as a tear of frustration falls from my eye. Ezra dips down to lick it away, reading my body the way he said he could and circling my clit with the pad of his thumb as I dive over the precipice, my body jolting in his hold as I scream out his name and lose myself to the pleasure.The burn in my calves, the stiffness of my spine, the heat radiating in my chest—I’m lost to what this man does to me.
“My perfect plaything.” He grins as splintered shudders continue to wrack my body. He pulls his fingers out, sucking them into his mouth, those mismatched eyes that haunt my dreams pulling me in as he groans his appreciation of my taste on his tongue.
Bone-gnawing tiredness descends over me as I struggle to catch my breath. All at once, I feel like he has broken me and simultaneously pieced me back together as his mouth hovers over mine.
His tongue darts out and traces the seam of my mouth seeking entry. I find the strength I need to throw myself forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, and I kiss him, tongues warring as I willingly lose myself in him.
I kiss him like it might be the last time I get to do so, because in this moment, the promise of an eternity with him feels too good to be true.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
EZRA
The aftermath of our time together still has Cara a little dazed. She doesn’t protest as I carry her up to her room, cradled against me in a marital hold, her cheek resting on my shoulder. Her soft, sated exhales are the only sounds accompanying us as I set her on the bathroom counter and start running a bath. I undress her with unhurried ease, my gaze trailing appreciatively over every inch of skin revealed to me. My fingers trace the warmth of her flushed body, revelling in it as she lets me move her to where I need her. Tired exhales falling from between her swollen lips.
I silently curse my cock as it hardens in my trousers. Completely bare, her clothes in a pile on the tiles, I lower Cara into the bath filled to the brim with bubbles that carry the familiar lavender scent of her. I could climb in with her, the desire to do so spreads like wildfire south of my hips, but if I give in to that pull, I know the care she needs will be momentarily forgotten while I lose myself in her again. I ring out the sodden flannel and gently swipe it over my bite mark on her shoulder, planting a chaste kiss in its wake before submerging the material beneath the surface of the water again. I drag it up gently between her legs; she winces, but the small smile forming on herlips tells me the ache of where I’ve been isn’t the only feeling she’s experiencing.
