“I didn’t just strip the flesh from his limbs or grind his bones between my teeth.”
Ezra nips my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.
“When his body was gone … I stroked my cock with his blood. I spat on the splatter of his remains before I came with your name on my lips.”
The tremor that rips through me isn’t just violent, it’s annihilating.
My spine bows and my thighs shake, slick and trembling around his hand. Ezra growls against my throat, his fingers fucking into me with a brutal rhythm.
“And I would do it again. Because you’remine. And no one touches what belongs to me.”
My world fractures with every thrust of his fingers. I’m drenched, stretched thin, and unraveling fast. The pressure thrashes through me, alive and snarling, desperate to break free.
“Ezra, please,” I whimper. “I need to come.”
His teeth graze my throat, so close to breaking the skin.
“Not yet, little vixen.”
He stills my hips, forcing me to hold back. His shadows coil around my thighs, trembling and desperate to feel me fall.
“You’ve been such a good girl, so fucking good,” he murmurs against my lips. “But I want you to suffer for me just a little longer.”
I whimper, my body squirming in his lap, my orgasm a sharp ache waiting to detonate.
Fire burns bright in his eyes as he drinks in my tear-stained face like it’s holy.
Leaning forward, he runs his tongue up my cheek, tasting my tears with a rabid groan. For a moment, he removes his fingers, running them along my inner thigh, spreading the mess, reveling in the way my body reacts to his touch.
Every inch of me aches with need. And when he slowly works his fingers back inside, coaxing me to ride them, telling me I’m his good girl, a desperate, pleasure-soaked sob echoes against the ancient books.
But finally, in a dark, overlapping voice, Ezra commands, “Come for me, little goddess. Now.”
The orgasm slams through me, all fire and wrath, locking up my body as white-hot pleasure devours every inch of me.
Ezra’s shadows explode, slamming into bookcases and coiling tight around my waist. They don’t just want to touch me. They want to keep me.
His breath is sharp, his grip tightening as if he’s struggling to pull them back.
He wins, but just barely.
They recoil, but not before one last lingering stroke over my skin.
When my body finally stops shaking, Ezra brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a deep, filthy moan. His tongue drags over every knuckle, savoring every drop.
He doesn’t look away. Doesn’t fucking stop.
His shadows tighten around me, aching to taste what he won’t share.
And then, still watching me, he presses those same fingers to my lips.
“Taste how sweet you are, Aurora.”
I wrap my lips around them, my tongue swirling, sucking him deeper. Ezra bites his bottom lip so hard a bright bead of blood wells up and rolls down his chin.
I whimper, becausefuck, I want to lick it off.
“You’re a goddamn vision when you come, Aurora,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my neck. His breath is warm, his lips grazing my pulse while his shadows curl around us.
