28. Tides of Change
Tides of Change
Ezekiel
T he sound of children’s laughter filters down the hallway from Leo’s birthday party, but all I can focus on is Eve’s heated skin under my palms as I press her against the wall.
Her blue sundress rides up her thighs as I cage her between my arms, drinking in the sight of her—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes dark with desire.
“Zeke.” Her whisper holds a note of protest, but her body arches into mine. “We can’t … the party…”
I silence her with a bruising kiss, pouring days of pent-up need into the connection.
I’ve been holding back, trying to give her space to prepare for this party.
But watching her today—playing the perfect hostess, making Leo beam with joy, filling our home with light and laughter—it’s broken my restraint.
“The party can wait,” I growl against her mouth. My hands slide up her thighs, savoring her bare skin. Fuck . “Were you planning this? Walking around all day in this sexy dress?”
A wicked smile curves her lips. “Maybe.”
The sass in her tone makes my cock throb.
I’ve learned to read Eve’s moods like a book over these past months, and right now she’s vibrating with the same desperate energy coursing through me.
The calm we’ve found since Nicolo’s visit feels precarious—like the eye of a storm. We both know it won’t last.
But for now …
My fingers trace higher, finding the edge of her panties. Simple cotton, practical—so perfectly Eve . I stroke her through the fabric, feeling dampness already gathering.
“Someone could find us,” she protests weakly, even as her legs spread wider.
I grin against her neck. “That’s the point, love. The possibility of getting caught makes it more exciting.”
To prove my point, I push her panties aside and slide two fingers through her folds. She’s wet, her body betraying how much she wants this despite her token resistance.
“ Fuck .” The word escapes her on a gasp as I circle her clit. “Zeke—”
“Shh.” I capture her mouth again, swallowing her moan as I press one finger inside her. So tight, so hot. My cock strains against my zipper but I ignore it. This is about her. “You have to be quiet, love. Unless you want everyone to hear what I’m doing to you.”
She bites her lip, trying to stifle her sounds as I add a second finger. Her inner walls clench around me, drawing me deeper. I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her squirm.
“That’s it,” I murmur, watching her face as pleasure overtakes her. “Let me see you fall apart.”
Her head falls back against the wall with a soft thud. I take advantage of the exposed line of her throat, trailing kisses down to where her pulse races beneath delicate skin. When I scrape my teeth over her hammering heartbeat, she jerks against me with a strangled cry.
“Careful now.” I pinch her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress, a sharp reminder. “What did I say about being quiet?”
She glares at me, all fiery defiance even with my fingers buried inside her. God, I love that look. It makes me want to push her further, see how far I can take her before she breaks.
Slowly, deliberately, I withdraw my fingers. Her whimper of protest cuts off as I sink to my knees before her.
“Lift your foot,” I command softly. When she complies, I ease her panties down one leg, then the other. I bring them to my nose, inhaling deeply. Her scent makes my mouth water.
“Zeke!” The scandalized whisper makes me grin. I tuck the panties into my pocket—a trophy for later.
“Spread your legs wider.” My hands span her thighs, urging them apart. “Let me taste you.”
She complies with a shaky breath, bracing herself against the wall. I take my time, pressing open-mouthed kisses up the inside of one thigh. Her skin is like silk under my lips, warming wherever I touch. When I reach the crease where thigh meets hip, I pause to suck a mark into her flesh. Mine .
“Please—” The word escapes her on a desperate exhale.
I look up at her from between her legs, savoring the view.
Her dress is rucked up around her waist, revealing the trimmed dark curls at the apex of her thighs.
Her chest heaves with each breath, nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.
But it’s her face that captivates me—cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she fights to stay quiet.
“Please what?” I breathe against her center, letting her feel the warmth of my mouth without giving her what she needs.
“You know what.” There’s an edge of frustration in her voice that makes my cock throb.
“I want to hear you say it.” I brush my lips over her outer folds, the barest of contact. “Tell me what you need, Eve.”
A shudder runs through her. “Your mouth. I need … fuck … I need you to taste me.”
“Good girl.” The praise falls naturally from my lips as I lean in to give her what she’s asked for.
The first broad stroke of my tongue makes her whole body jerk.
I have to pin her hips to the wall to keep her still as I explore her folds, gathering the taste of her arousal on my tongue.
She’s already so wet, practically dripping for me.
The knowledge that I can affect her this strongly, even after all these months, sends a surge of possessive pride through me.
I take my time, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks of my tongue against her clit. Every time she starts to build toward release, I back off, keeping her hovering on the edge of pleasure. Her thighs tremble under my hands, muscles tensing with the effort of staying upright.
A particularly firm stroke of my tongue draws a strangled moan from her throat. I immediately pull back, letting cool air hit her heated flesh.
“What did I say about being quiet?” I look up at her with stern disapproval, though inside I’m reveling in how easily I can make her lose control.
“I’m sorry,” she gasps. “Please don’t stop.”
“One more sound and I won’t let you come at all.” The threat is empty—we both know I could never deny her release—but she nods frantically anyway.
I return to my task with renewed focus, determined to make her fall apart. My tongue traces patterns over her clit as I slide two fingers back inside her. Her inner walls clench rhythmically from the dual stimulation, a sure sign she’s close.
She grips my hair, tugging in that now familiar way as she fights to stay silent. I feel the tension building in her body, see it in the way her stomach muscles quiver beneath my free hand. Just a little more.
I curl my fingers inside her, pressing firmly against that spot that drives her wild, and seal my lips around her clit to suck hard. The combination proves too much for her fragile control.
A sharp cry escapes her as she comes, her whole body going rigid. I keep my mouth on her, working her through the aftershocks until she pushes weakly at my head.
“Too much,” she whimpers. “I can’t—”
I give her one final, gentle kiss before pulling away. The sight of her nearly undoes me—dress askew, hair mussed, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
Mine. All mine .
Standing smoothly, I capture her mouth in a deep kiss so she can taste herself on my tongue. Her hands immediately go to my belt, fumbling with the buckle.
“Need you,” she breathes against my lips. “Now.”
I bat her hands away, making quick work of my zipper. The second my cock springs free, I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, using the wall for leverage. The position lines us up perfectly.
“Ready?” I grab her hips, positioning myself at her entrance.
Her answer is to roll her hips, taking the head of my cock inside her tight heat. With a growl, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion. We both freeze for a moment, adjusting to the sensation.
“Move,” she demands, digging her heels into my lower back.
I obey, setting a punishing pace that has her gasping with each thrust. The angle is perfect, letting me hit that spot deep inside her. Her nails rake down my back through my shirt as she clings to me.
“That’s it,” I growl in her ear. “Take what you need. Show me how much you want this. Be my good girl.”
Her only response is to tighten around me, inner walls rippling with the start of another orgasm. I reach between us to circle her clit with my thumb, determined to make her come again before I lose control.
“Come for me,” I command, feeling my own release building. “One more time. Let me feel you, love.”
She shatters with a silent scream, head thrown back against the wall as pleasure overwhelms her. The sight of her coming undone triggers my own orgasm. I bury my face in her neck to muffle my groan as I empty myself inside her.
For several long moments, we stay locked together, both struggling to catch our breath. Eventually, I ease out of her, helping her find her feet on shaky legs.
“You okay?” I brush her hair back from her flushed face, checking for any signs of discomfort.
She gives me a satisfied smile. “Never better. Though I think I need to fix my makeup before we go back to the party.”
Reality crashes back in—the sounds of children playing, music drifting down the hall, the responsibilities waiting for us. But I can’t bring myself to regret this stolen moment.
Watching her put herself back together, I’m struck by how seamlessly she’s integrated into my life. A year ago, I never would have imagined this—a home filled with laughter, a family to protect, a woman who accepts both the light and dark parts of me.
The peace won’t last—Nicolo’s threats still loom on the horizon—but for now, I have everything I never knew I needed.
Eve finishes smoothing her dress and gives me a questioning look. “Ready to rejoin civilization?”
I take her hand, bringing it to my lips for a gentle kiss. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mrs. King.”
When her eyes meet mine, the heat in her bright green eyes is enough to wake my cock back up.