His mouth crashes into mine. Feeding something starved inside me. Setting it loose.
The idea of him drenched in blood, sinking those razor-sharp teeth into someone wicked?
It shouldn’t do it for me. But it does.
I catch his lip between my teeth, biting down until I feel the give of skin, the taste of hot metal filling my mouth.
Ezra hisses, the sound sharp and raw with hunger.
His shadows? Yeah. They definitely felt that.
They lash out before he can pull them back—a barely contained, vicious wave curling possessively against me. The inky little deviants want to sink into my skin, learn the shape of my pleasure, then drag me under until I belong to them, too.
That makes me even hotter.
His teeth find my throat, biting just shy of too hard, and my head tips back, giving him more.
Ezra’s hand drags up my thigh slowly … lazily … possessively.
Spontaneous human combustion? Yeah, I think I solved that mystery.
His fingers trail higher, so fucking close. So fucking slow.
I wrap a leg around his, rocking into his palm. A wicked chuckle rumbles through him as he grabs the back of my head and runs his nose up my neck.
It’s possessive. It’s primal. It’s consuming.
“So fucking needy.” His voice sinks into my skin as he drags his knuckles along my inner thigh. “You’d beg for it, wouldn’t you, little goddess?”
A whimper escapes through my lips, humiliatingly loud and painfully desperate.
You’re goddamn right I’d beg. I’d fall to my knees for this man.
Ezra smirks, but the shadows at his back give him away. They flicker with curiosity, holding back like well-trained beasts desperate for a scrap of affection.
Ezra inhales sharply, his grip tightening as if he’s considering something reckless. Something irreversible.
I brace for him to break. But then, just as suddenly, he pulls away.
His voice is smooth and so fucking composed.
“Unfortunately, there is work to be done.”
Ezra’s shadows linger, curling around my thighs, clinging like they don’t want to let go. Likehedoesn’t want to let go. He exhales through clenched teeth, his breath shaking with the effort.
The tendrils recoil. Not because they want to, but because he makes them.
“Besides, I want to watch you squirm while we work. I want you to think about my tongue deep inside you, darling. About how my fingers feel when they hit that perfect spot—”
I groan, actually groan, and cut him off. “That’s not fair.”
The absolute fucking audacity.
Ezra chuckles, then bites my ear with a growl. I want his teeth to sink deeper, to make me bleed.
I’m so fucked. And not in the good way … yet.
“Delayed gratification, Aurora. Think about it, sweet girl … on your knees, mouth open, drool slipping down your chin while my cock slides down your throat so slow you’ll feel every inch. I won’t stop until your eyes are watering and your cunt’s dripping from the sound of me telling you how divine your mouth feels wrapped around me.”
