Ezra’s hands settle on my hips, and with a gentle motion, he lifts me off the island. When my feet hit the floor, he spins me around and bends me over.
“Is this what you want, darling? To be bent over the counter while I sink my cock deep inside you?” Ezra exhales sharply when he removes my robe, and I swear I can feel his devouring gaze dragging over every inch of my skin.
His hand goes to my hair, roughly pinning my head to the counter.
“Hands behind your back,malake-ye kuchulu,” Ezra whispers.
His shadows lunge, a smoky chill winding up my leg, then curling around my thighs before eagerly tightening around my wrists. They flex, testing my resistance, almost giddy before cinching down.
My breath fogs the counter as I brace myself, 100% ready to let this man make terrible decisions on my body.
He uses his knees to nudge my legs apart, then runs his hand down my back and over the curve of my ass.
I try to ignore the fact that I’m naked in Ezra’s kitchen, fully on display. But that self-consciousness disappears when Ezrasinks two fingers into me, causing a flood of wetness to run down my thighs.
“If I had more time, I’d kneel between your thighs and feast on you like the dark devours the stars, tongue-fucking you until your sweet cunt’s dripping down my chin and you’re screaming my goddamn name,” Ezra growls, slowly pumping his fingers inside me.
He builds me up, right to the edge of my orgasm. My legs shake while I loudly beg him for release. But before I can come, he removes his fingers.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him lick and suck my arousal off them.
“Mm. You taste like Hell, Aurora.”
I grind back against him, wild with need, aching to be filled.
Finally, I hear the sharp, metallic clink of Ezra’s belt buckle followed by the slow, sinful hiss of his zipper. His cock nudges at my opening, then slowly, inch by inch, he slides deep inside of me.
I moan louder the deeper he goes, loving how my body stretches for him.
“Rota, Aurora. Do you know what you do to me? How you rip me apart, then stitch me back together with every breath? You ruin me. Revive me. Again and again. You’re my pain and my pleasure, my salvation and my destruction,” Ezra whispers in my ear as he leans over me.
“I’m going to take my time, little lupine. I want you to feel every inch of me. Plus, I love hearing my little goddess beg me for more.”
I moan as he slowly slides out of me, then gently fills me up again until he’s buried to the hilt.
“Please, Ezra. Harder!”
His fist tightens in my hair, and the exquisite burning sensation spreading along my scalp makes me shiver.
“No,priya, we’ve done it your way. Now it’s my turn.”
The shadows around my wrists shudder, begging him to push hard, to make me scream.
“I want to watch your sweet little cunt swallow my cock. Feel your cum drip down my thighs. Hear you pant. Moan.Fottutamente implora,” Ezra growls, landing a sharp smack on my ass.
I yelp in surprise, then feel another gush of liquid suddenly run down my leg.
Holy shit, that stings, but fuck if it doesn’t send a bolt straight to my core.
He softly kneads my ass while he continues his slow rhythm, driving me insane.
“So, you do like a little pain with your pleasure, sweet girl. Your ass looks perfect in red. Tell me, Aurora—should I give the other cheek a matching print?” Ezra asks as another loudsmackcracks through the room.
“Fuck, yes Ezra! More … please!”
My voice fractures into a desperate whimper, lost between pain and need. His shadows react instantly. One slithers around my waist, while another curls up my thigh, anticipating his next move.
Tears blur my vision as I edge closer to release, every inch of my body strung tight.
