“No one will ever hurt you again.”
He touches me like the stars answer to him—and for a second, I feel them pulsing under my skin.
“Please, come for me, little vixen.”
He says the words, and I break, my orgasm ripping through me before I can breathe.
His fingers keep moving, coaxing wave after wave from my trembling body while I cling to him, gasping against his throat.
“Achchhi ladki.” Ezra smooths my hair, then lays me down on the bed.
He sucks each finger into his mouth, groaning deep in his throat, his eyes never leaving mine. Shadows wind around my legs, up my ribs, caressing me like they don’t know where he ends and I begin.
“Fuck, Aurora. You taste like honeysuckle. So fucking sweet. So wild. You were made to be devoured.”
He spreads my knees, then lays his body over mine, hungrily capturing my lips with his. Ezra’s tongue roughly invades my mouth while I run my hands through his soft, dark hair.
“I’m going to take your underwear off now. Unless you tell me no. Otherwise, I’m going to get on my knees and show you how monsters beg.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “But … I’m a little nervous.”
Ezra’s hands pause at my hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties.
“That’s okay,” he murmurs. “You’re allowed to be nervous. You can stop me anytime. I’ll only go as far as you want.”
He leans in, then kisses my thigh as if he’s thanking it for existing.
“Do you still want this, Aurora?”
My breath stutters. “Yes. Hell yes, I still want this.”
His fingers ease the fabric down, knuckles whispering over my burning skin.
My legs tense before I can stop them, and Ezra immediately notices.
“Hm. Let’s try this a different way, shall we? One where I’m not looming over you. Move to the edge of the bed and pull your feet up. When you’re ready, spread your knees for me, little lupine, and show me the cradle of stars between your thighs.”
“O-okay.”
When my ass sits on the edge of the bed, I pull my feet up and bend my knees. Being on display like this makes me feel self-conscious. I’ve never been the skinny girl. My breasts are on the large side and not exactly perky. My hips are round, my belly has a roll or two, and my thighs have stripes of cellulite.
But all that self-doubt disappears when I finally spread my knees and Ezra groans loudly. He leans between my legs, then claims my mouth again in a heated kiss that steals my breath while he gently caresses my bruised neck. It’s almost as if he’s reminding himself to be gentle.
“Mon rêve vivant,” Ezra whispers against my lips. He returns to his knees, hands gliding over my hips as he kisses a slow, sacred path down my stomach. “Look at you, darling. Absolutely stunning.”
When my legs begin to shake, Ezra’s hands run gently down the inside of my thighs, instantly calming me.
From the floor, Ezra licks his lips like I’m a Michelin-star meal—which, given his usual diet, should probably terrify me. Instead, my body hums in anticipation as his thumbs make slow circles at the apex of my thighs.
“May I?” he asks, a threadbare whisper of want, frayed at the edges. He’s holding himself back, but just barely.
All I can do is nod, silenced by the intensity of the ancient creature watching me.
Ezra hums as he parts my lips, then bows his head like he’s sending a silent prayer to a higher power.
He blows lightly over my soaked flesh, and I shudder so hard it borders on pain.
“You’re trembling, little lupine. So sensitive … so perfect for me.”
