In a flash, Ezryn grabs my hand and tugs me across the deck and down into the galley. An excited giddiness fills my whole body as he pulls me faster. A few members of the Queen’s Army Ezryn swayed to our side try to stop him to talk but he brushes them off.
“Get in. Quickly,” he says, opening a door outside of the berth. It leads into a small broom closet, lit only by a flickering lamp. “Will this do?” he asks.
“Oh, it will do,” I say at the exact same time as I push him against the wall, reach behind me for the handle to slam the door shut, then launch myself at him.
I kiss him hard, my mouth desperate for his. He matches my energy, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me tight against him. Stars, is he already hard? The realization sends a shot of electricity up my spine. “I missed you,” I murmur in between kisses.
His hands cup either side of my face, and he pulls back to stare at me. The dim lamplight makes his eyes spark with a golden glow. “You were with me, Rose. Every decision I made, every action I took, I thought of you. You are my guiding compass.”
My throat tightens, and I kiss him hard again to chase away my threatening tears. His mouth slows against mine, becoming gentle, exploratory. Like he’s studying my lips with each tiny movement. The rough scratch of stubble is contradicted by the softness of his tongue.
“Thank you for coming back to me,” I whisper.
His hand coasts across the point of my ear. “Thank you for leading me back.”
Ezryn captures my mouth again, guiding me into the corner of the closet. His knee nudges my legs apart, then the hard muscle of his thigh presses against my aching center. I cry out, but he covers my mouth with his hand. “Shush, Petal. We don’t want any unexpected visitors.”
I nod, then narrow my gaze teasingly at him. I flick my tongue across the fingers covering my mouth, and he grits his teeth, barely holding back his own growl. I work my lips around the tip of one of his fingers, sucking it, licking its length, reminding him just what my mouth is capable of.
“How can you save my life and be the death of me all at once?” he says, voice low.
The closet is so small, his frame takes up most of the space. Despite my own height, I feel small, pushed into the corner, trapped by his leg between mine. Feverishly, I grab the edges of his tight shirt, pull it off, and chuck it to the floor. It lands with a wet slap, and we both look down to see it in a mop bucket. Whoops.
“That was an accident, I promise,” I say, though I know I don’t seem very sorry as my hands greedily run over the planes of his chest.
Ezryn lowers his brows. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that.”
My laugh is stolen by a moan as he drives his knee up against my throbbing pussy. The contact sends a blaze of need through me, and my fingernails sink into his shoulders. I’m still wearing my Summer sleeping dress, and he easily slips the bodice down, freeing my breasts. He pulls back, eyes locked onto my chest.
“Ez?”
“Sorry,” he says, not even blinking. “I just need a moment to admire these.”
I give a little laugh, then bring my hands to my breasts, fingers kneading the soft flesh.
“Stars, youwillbe the death of me,” he practically growls. “Don’t stop, beautiful.”
I give him as best a show as I can in this cramped space, tugging on one nipple, then the other, lifting my breasts then letting them fall and bounce. Ezryn palms his hard cock through his pants, groaning with each move I make.
I lean forward and snag his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping lightly. “Now,you’rethe one being loud.”
“Better give my mouth something to do then.”
He shoves me back again, then sinks to his knees. He places his hands on either side of my hips, then stills in that cat-like way he does. I brush my fingers through his hair. The way he’s looking up at me: it’s both adoring and awed.
His fingers play down my stomach before pushing my dress up to my hips. “It is the greatest honor of my life to be on my knees to serve you.”
Words escape me as he takes the waistband of my panties between his teeth. With a single swipe, he pulls them down. The cold air is replaced immediately with the warmth of his breath as he lays a kiss against my slit.
“Ez,” I moan.
“Your only job is to be quiet and come on my tongue,” he says, drawing one of my legs over his shoulder. “Do you understand, Petal?”
I nod frantically, then slam my head back against the wall as he draws a long, languishing line across my pussy.
I whimper, my legs trembling at the sheer pleasure of his mouth. He’s always known exactly how to work my body, how to make me melt with a single touch, a single look. His tongue swirls around my clit, dipping inside of me and teasing every nerve ending I didn’t know I had.
I bite my lip to stifle a moan as Ezryn’s intensity grows, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thigh, his tongue flicking over my most sensitive spots, driving me wild with desire. I clench my fists on the wall for support, trying not to make a sound. He’s relentless, and it’s both agonizing and delicious.
