“A castle.”
“Done.”
I scoff-laugh. “A district.”
“Which one?”
“Stop.” I laugh again. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“The Shifter District? Arcane? Elemental? You want the entire Entertainment District? I can have it by morning. Tonight, if you’re so inclined.”
I sit up straighter, brows pulling together. His voice, his tone, it’s not teasing anymore. Not entirely.
“Or somewhere new?” he continues. “Somewhere untouched where we could start again, make our mark, build something just for us.”
My heart races at the earnest tone of his elaborate suggestions, all sinking through the wall and into me.
“Is that what you desire, Ezekial?” My voice is quieter, my skin buzzing with heat as I stare into the darkness of my room, and imagine the way his fingers would feel tracing over my spine.
“You know what I desire, ana mea.”
My breath stutters.
I’m suddenly sweltering, squirming on the bed as I pull up the hoodie, my fingers brushing the inside of my bare thigh.
“What do those words mean?” I whisper.
“There’s no direct translation.”
My fingertips trail higher. “Tell me the closest.”
“All there is,” he murmurs, like he’s beside me, like his lips are touching my ear. “Everything that matters.” My fingers reach my underwear, stroking the edge. “All I’ll ever want or need. You’re everything I desire.”
I slip my fingers underneath the damp fabric, teasing myself.
“You hardly know me,” I breathe, parting my legs, slowly pushing one finger inside.
“But every day, I learn more. I want you more. I’ll never get enough.” Is his breathing heavier?
I might be imagining it, like how I’m imagining it’s his fingers tediously moving in and out, his thumb circling my clit.
“Tell me what you’ve learnt.” I can barely speak, losing myself to the sensation as I increase my speed and add a second finger.
“You’re selfless, almost to a fault, because you tend to think of others before yourself.” I imagine his lips kissing my neck while speaking in soft rumbles. “You’re fiercely independent, strong-headed, some might say stubborn.” He chuckles softly, and that sound sends goosebumps all over.
Shivering, I keep touching myself, knees parted and hitting the bed as I prop the phone between my shoulder and ear. I use my other hand to grasp my breast, all the while imagining it’s his.
“You’re sharp, quick-witted, so damn evasive when you want to be, and your manipulation skills… they’re unlike anything I’ve ever encountered. Before I even understood whatyou were to me, you could have bent me to your will without a second thought.”
Even in the middle of bringing myself to a climax, I laugh. It’s breathless, hardly there, but it increases the warmth permeating through the wall.
I’m picturing his fingers going deeper, his lips dragging over my jaw, my nipple being brushed by him as I moan—
Fuck.
“Jasmine…”
Fuck!
