Tears stream down my cheeks, saliva slicks my chin.
But I don’t care.
I love the way his cock slips deep inside me.
I love the filth pouring from his mouth.
I love being on my knees for him like this.
Ezra fucks my throat in slow, lazy thrusts, whispering promises of pleasure and violence like prayers.
A shadow tendril slithers between my breasts, up my neck, then loops through my hair with eerie precision.
Ezra’s grip tightens … and so do they.
In sync.
They’ve learned from him.
They are his hands, his hunger, his desperate devotion.
The insides of my thighs are soaked. My clit throbs. I need more.
I tap his hip, then bare my teeth.
Not asking.
Telling.
It’s my turn now.
He stills, lust and hunger clouding his storm-grey eyes.
And finally, with a groan that sounds like restraint tearing at the seams, he releases my head and moves his hands back to the headboard.
I crawl forward, marking him with every wet grind, every breathless tease, every filthy press of skin that says: I don’t kneel. I own.
Finally, I take him in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the stretch until he’s seated deep inside me.
Ezra’s voice frays at the edges. “Aurora,molim te.”
His hips twitch beneath me, desperate for friction, barely holding back.
“I need you to move.” The words grind out of him, thick with restraint. “You won’t like what happens if you keep playing this game.”
I smile down at him, then slowly lift my hips before dropping back down, just to hear him groan.
He’s trembling with frustration, and goddamn, he’s never looked hotter.
His body is tense beneath me, mouth curled in a snarl, muscles twitching with restraint. His tattoos glow in my hellfire, and his storm-grey eyes burn with need.
“Would you submit to me, Ezra?” I whisper. “Would you obey me? Worship me? Your last and only queen. The one who dared to tame the shadow made of stars and teeth.”
“I’d unravel this universe, thread by thread, for you, Aurora. I’d set fire to the stars, then kneel at your feet as they died singing your name,” Ezra whispers, looking up at me.
I lean down and lightly graze my lips against his.
“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?” I breathe. “Take what’s yours …”
