“That’s it, darling. Just like that. Such a good girl, the way you milk my cock. Your sweet little cunt clenches every time my shadow grips you tighter.J’en veux encore.”
His hand travels to my breast, where his long fingers roughly pinch my hard, aching nipple. I cry out, the sinful mixture of pleasure and pain almost too much to bear.
“Chryste! So fucking tight. So fucking perfect,” Ezra moans, landing two more sharp slaps on my ass.
My tears flow freely, the sensations overwhelming my body and mind.
“Please, Ezra.” I grind back against him, desperate for more.
He finds my clit and I cry out, begging him not to stop. Ezra pulls out slow … then slams back in without warning.
My hips hit the counter, sharp pain blooming alongside pleasure. I’ll bruise. I fucking hope I do.
The scream that rips from my throat echoes across the kitchen as his pace picks up. He pumps into me with slow, powerful strokes, gripping my hair and rhythmically pinching my clit.
“I will never get enough of you, Aurora. I wanteverythingyou have to give and more.”
His shadows pulse, vibrating against my wrists, responding to his need. One strokes up my ribs in a slow, possessive glide, echoing the hunger in his touch.
“And you’ll take everything I have to give, won’t you, sweet girl? That perfect ass is simply begging for my hand. My belt. My fucking teeth,” Ezra groans.
I’m so close. I need him to say those words that make me come undone every time.
“Ezra. Please. Say the words. I need to hear them.”
Ezra chuckles as he leans over my body. He yanks my head back, lips dragging up my neck as he fucks me slow and deep.
“I want everyone to know that you’reenyém, little lupine,” Ezra says, sucking hard at my neck.
The sharp pain shoots straight to my core, and I moan loudly.
“Yes, Ezra. Mark me.Hurtme.”
Why I would ask for that, after everything I’ve been through, I’ll never know.
But I trust him.
And asking to be hurt gives me a sense of control I didn’t have with Jameson.
And somehow, that power—that choice—makes every nerve in my body sing.
I teeter on the sharp edge of my orgasm, every muscle pulled tight like the strings of the cosmos, tuned only to him.
“Fuck, Aurora. Someday I will mark you as mine permanently. No one will ever fuck with you again. I will keep you safe, darling. You belong tome, and I will kill anyone who dares to touch you or thinks they can take you away from me. Do you understand, little queen?”
Ezra sounds animalistic again.
I should probably be afraid. But fuck, it’s hot.
Suddenly, a strange thought pushes its way into my head.
Would he consider huntingme?
What a fucked-up thought. But it’s a fucked-up thought that makes me wild with desire.
“Ezra … please!” My words come out in a garbled cry while he pants in my ear.
“I thought about you last night,” he growls, barely keeping the tremor out of his voice. “I lay in bed, aching, imagining you beside me wrapped in hellfire. Your hand gripping mine, power pulsing in your veins, and someone wicked gasping their last breath between us.”
