Rage darkens Ezra’s face as he listens to me, but it quickly passes.
“I’m so sorry, Aurora. How do you feel about me fingering you? Or fucking you with my tongue?”
“Can we … try now? Just one finger?”
“Yes, Aurora. As I said, you’re in charge. I will only do what you tell me to do.”
Ezra runs a finger along my panty line, moaning when he skims the wet fabric.
“Are you soaked for me, Aurora?”
“Yes. Please, Ezra.”
The moment his fingers slip under the lace, a shadow slowly winds around my ankle, like it’s afraid I’ll vanish if it moves too fast.
Ezra’s shadows don’t just watch. They want.
Gently, he pushes his finger inside of me, then curls it, hitting a spot I didn’t know existed, making me moan and flex my hips.
“Are you okay, Aurora?”
“Yes. Another finger, please.”
With a dark chuckle, Ezra works two fingers inside of me and slowly pumps in and out, curling his fingers now and then to hit that delightful spot.
“Cho teann, mo rún,” Ezra mutters against my neck while he pumps and flexes his fingers.
“More.” My voice is raw, breathless. “Ezra, please.”
My orgasm builds like an inferno, heat licking through my veins, burning away the bugs under my skin.
“As you wish, Aurora.” Ezra carefully eases three fingers inside of me with a rumbling growl. And despite the monstrous sounds he makes, his concerned eyes never leave mine.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. When he’s satisfied I’m enjoying myself, his gaze slips down to watch his fingers work their magic.
“You’re so wet for me, little lupine. I want to drown in you, ruin you for anyone else. I want to bury myself so deep that the memory of another touch ceases to exist.”
He sounds stripped bare. All heat, no armor.
“I want to give you every last dark and broken piece of me.”
He takes a breath, and when he speaks again, his voice is darker, more desperate.
“I’m going to make you see the entire cosmos with my fingers, then I’ll lick your clit until you forget time exists. I was made for this. For you. Let me give you what no one else ever could, little lupine.”
“Yes, Ezra,” I whisper, while he gently pumps into me. “A little harder and faster, please.”
“Such a good girl. Telling me what you need,” Ezra says breathlessly.
Time to add “praise kink” to my list of sexual preferences—the one that started the moment I met Ezra. His adjustments are slight, but he grazes that spot with more force than before, and my thighs shake with the sheer ecstasy of this moment.
“That’s it, darling. Let go for me.”
His voice is night and nerve, curling around my ribs, anchoring itself in the hollow parts of me.
“Waad ila nabad qabtaa,Aurora.”
Shadows move behind him, pulsing and tightening, mirroring his grip, restless with the same violent need.
