I almost snort at my foggy glasses. I start caressing his hair while his heart rate slows down and his breath comes out steadily again.
I don’t know what the protocol is after fooling around, but I like this. As soon as that thought forms, Ezra pulls out and rolls off me, leaving a cold, desolate space where he used to be. Not for long, though. After typing something on his phone, he pulls me on my side, face-to-face with him, hooks my leg up on his hip, and fills my empty hole with his cock once again. It stings, but I love the feel of it inside me.
Gods, he’s so handsome. His hair is tousled because of me, lips red, still my fault, that light stubble covering his chin felt good when we kissed. I like him so much. He is holding a lip balm. He twists it and then gently applies it to my lower lip. It smells like peach, my favorite. He then adjusts my glasses and brushes his finger on my temple. How can this stern-looking man be so sweet?
The starving wolf has disappeared, letting the dog take his place.
“What you said before, was it sex talk or did you really mean it?” I blurt out. I can’t help it. I need to know whatthisis. Between us. If he only wants sex, it’s okay, but I need to protect my heart, because I could easily fall in love with him.
“Which part?” He kisses me and then licks his lips, nodding approvingly.
“About wanting to keep me with you?”
“I always mean what I say.”
“Is that a yes?” I want to be extra sure, because this still feels a little unreal to me.
He kisses me again and then nips my lips, owning my mouth once again. “Yes.”
“Okay.” I grin, unable to stop my happiness from coming out of me.
“My demands will become only more excessive,” he warns me.
If he knew the dirty dreams I’ve been having and the resulting jerk-off sessions I’ve had in bed and in the shower while thinking about him…I think that my crush is more of a fixation at this point.
“You’re always in my head,” I confess.
A flash of raw emotion I can’t quite put a name to flits across Ezra’s face, then it disappears to reveal a blank slate.
“Sometimes I wish I could read your mind so I could eavesdrop on what’s going on,” he reveals, making me smile once again.
“Are you jealous of my inner thoughts?” I tease him. He has a little scar on his forehead. I brush it with my finger.
He seems to ponder it, but doesn’t give me a reply. He keeps caressing my neck.
“You shouldn’t be,” I add. “My thoughts get pretty dark.”
His chuckle surprises me. “You have no idea what dark is, Little Chick.”
Don’t I? “Sometimes I think…” I start in a soft whisper.
“What?” he urges me to continue.
“It’d be better if I were nothing. Had nobody. It would be easier to…end.”
He nods. “It definitely would be easy. But I fail to see the charm in easy things. They are boring.”
I didn’t expect such a reply. I know he’s a psychopath; his reaction to emotional subjects is very different from that of people without the condition. I’ve been around Raphael and Uriel for a while now, so I sort of know what to expect.
“Is that why you’ve been stalking me? Because it was entertaining?”
“You certainly are.” He thrusts his hips upward, pushing his still-hard cock a little deeper inside me and making me almost choke on air. “Just remember you’re allowed to run away if you run to me and only me, Sully Carver.”
I should feeluneasy, scared by the level ofobsession and dominance in his words. But I’m not, which says a lot about me. I’m relieved, instead. Since the attack, I’ve lived in constant fear that it would happen again, and it did. This time, though, Ezra was there. I wasn’t taken away, confused, frightened, and hopeless. A tear starts falling down my cheek, but I wipe it off as quickly as I can. He’s still here.
“I know nothing about you,” I tell him, brushing my fingers over his chest. I like the curly hair covering his pecs. It’s soft.
“And you want to?” he asks, looking straight into my eyes.
