He kissed my upper back, tongue tracing up to my neck before he nibbled. My already heated clit pulsed.
At this moment, I wanted Ezra’s reward more than anything.
I focused on the object and nudged it with my magic. Instantly, power flowed.
“Breathe,” Ezra whispered in my ear.
I did. The object in my hand glowed as I felt it fill up. It swelled unhappily as I overfilled it, but I cut my magic off before anything broke.
Ezra sucked my earlobe into his mouth and kissed down my back. “Next object.”
“I’ll just wait in the hall,” Mott squeaked.
The door opened and shut, though I was barely aware of it.
I touched a large crystal next. Once again, I let my magic flow before stopping it.
Ezra’s kisses moved farther down my back.
I filled two more objects, and he slid my modesty blanket down to kiss my butt and eased my legs farther apart. My breath caught, and I had to hold back a whimper of need.
“One more,” Ezra’s lust-filled voice sounded like gravel. “You’ve got this.”
I found the last object, a tiny dark crystal, and filled it. As my magic cut off, Ezra’s hand slid between my slick folds to rest on my clit. I bucked, and he placed his other hand on my ass, holding me in place.
Hot pleasure became my world. My heavy breasts pressed into the padding of the massage table. I was too aware of every piece of skin Ezra slid his free hand over while his other one gently rocked against me. Moans and cries spilled out of me, getting higher and higher. He paused to pull my hips up, and I ground down on him before he could lose contact.
Ezra growled, low and feral. “You like this, don’t you, Kitten?”
I did, so much. I rocked and shuddered under his touch. I loved it, but I also wanted more. As if hearing me, one of Ezra’s fingers slipped into my opening and squeezed me from the inside.
That was all it took. My orgasm spilled out of me. I contorted on the table and bucked. My toes curled as I pumped and rode the wave against Ezra’s hand. Slowly, Ezra eased out of me, and I shifted to my side to gaze at his perfect form. His erection threatened to burst out of his pants.
“Let me,” I said.
Ezra shook his head. “I’ve been denying, Quinn. Just give me a moment, and I’ll control it.”
I sat up. “No.”
Before Ezra could move, I was on my knees in front of him. The cold carpet helped ground my still-flushed body. I fumbled with his belt, and he backed up a step. No. I wanted this. I called on my Majekah. His pants disintegrated into spools of cloth and leather strips.
Ezra let out an adorable, surprised squeak I didn’t know he could make. And my heart raced. His erection filled my view, somehow soft while being unbendingly rigid. I wasn’t a big fan of porn, but I’d seen enough that I at least knew how to start. I wrapped my hand around him before nerves could catch.
A cough accompanied another surprised gasp as his erection tightened under my touch. I looked up to see the faintest blush on Ezra’s face. His hands floated above me as if he couldn’t decide what to do with them. It was the most uncomfortable I’d ever seen the man, and I loved it.
Three silver piercings glinted at his base, a dangerous promise of pleasure. My mouth watered. I ran my fingers from top to base again, still marveling at the combination of soft and hard under my fingers. After an experimental pump or two, I licked the tip of his dick.
Salty-sweet pre-cum kissed my taste buds.
Ezra went rigid with a curse, a rough moan ripping out of him as his cock pulsed in my hand. Heat spilled across my chest in shocking spurts, but all I could think about was him—this unshakable, controlled man unraveling because of a single lick from me. His breath came ragged as he braced a hand on my head, and pride bloomed in my chest, dizzy and fierce.
He dropped to his knees. “I couldn’t hold back.” He cupped both my breasts, bringing them together and smearing some of his essence into my cleavage. “But this…” he trailed off, his gaze memorizing every detail, before he kissed the top of each of my breasts. “You must come home. Our lives are empty without you.”
My breath caught. Ezra—the man who never bent, never faltered—was on his knees, his seed still warm between my breasts as if he’d marked me. My chest ached, sharp and unbearable, because for the first time I saw the truth under his control. Empty without me. The words hollowed me out and filled me at once, a plea I wanted so desperately to believe it hurt to breathe.
“Quinn,” Brit’s voice came through the door. “You in there?”
My moment of awe crumbled in the face of our situation.
