Jesus Christ.
My body shakes with the force and conviction of his words.
I should say something—do something—but all I can think about is how badly I need him. How badly I want to feel him under my hands, in my mouth, inside me.
“Take your clothes off,” I whisper, pushing him back. Ezra’s mouth pulls to one side in a devious smirk.
I remove the rest of my clothes and kick them aside. His gaze travels down my body before he undoes his belt and removes his pants.
As I step out of my underwear, my entire body goes numb.
Blood still streaks Ezra’s chin and neck. I didn’t notice it when I tasted him earlier—just salt and clover. But now? I can’t stop seeing it. Sticky and red and real in a way I didn’t let myself see before.
Ezra notices my unfocused gaze when he looks up from carefully stepping out of his boxer briefs.
“Aurora? Are you well? You look … confused,” he says as he wraps his arms around me.
“I … licked your neck and chin. I-It’s covered in blood. But that’s not what I tasted. Why did it taste so …”
I don’t want to finish my sentence.
Ezra’s pupils blow wide, but I don’t miss the way his shadows tighten. As if thrilled by my revelation. As if they already knew.
“Good?” Ezra finishes for me.
He runs his hand up my back, fists my hair, then gently pulls my head away from him, exposing my neck. A dark chuckle vibrates against my skin as he runs his nose up my throat.
“What did it taste like for you, little vixen? For me, it tastes like spring onions and cucumbers. Have you ever picked a cucumber on a hot summer day?” he asks, his tone soft but so, so wrong.
“The flesh is … mmm. Warm and sweet. Almost soft enough to melt on your tongue.” He pauses, eyes burning into me. “I’ve heard it’s different for everyone. So … tell me. What did it taste like, Aurora?”
“S-Salt and clover,” I whimper.
Ezra tightens his grip on my hair, sending tingles racing down my spine.
“Good girl,” he whispers, voice thick with pride and hunger.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Not those words again.
When he releases my hair, I lift my head and immediately get lost in his dark, predatory gaze. Dried blood still stains his chin and neck. Ezra’s eyes lock onto mine, heavy with something unreadable. Something that makes my stomach flip.
He’s wondering what I’ll do next.
Me, too.
Thankfully, I don’t have to decide.
Some desperate thing in me takes over. And I don’t even try to stop it.
I throw my arms around him, pulling him close as my mouth finds the dried blood still clinging to his battered skin.
Ezra violently shudders beneath me, a soft whimper slipping from his parted lips. He places his hands at the back of my thighs, easily lifting me. My legs wrap tightly around his waist, while I continue to lick and suck at his neck.
My brain hits eleven-fifty-nine, takes one last look at the data, and whispers, “God help us all.”
But my body’s already riding the nuke like Major Kong screaming, “Yeehaw, baby!”
