10 #3
Tongue swiping over her lip, she lowers her head, and, sucking in a sharp breath, every inch of me tenses in anticipation.
When that wet warmth glides over me, my brows furrow as a gravelly groan is pulled from me, the sound almost agonised.
Overwhelming heat travels from my core and all throughout my being as she swirls her tongue at a torturous pace while her palm moves at the base of me, twisting and dragging upwards in shallow strokes.
Then she wraps her lips around me, and I can’t stop my hand from reaching for her and smoothing over her silken hair as she works me.
It’s loose, the glossy chestnut strands falling around her shoulders and tickling my skin, and it’s then that I realise she wouldn’t have worn her helmet with her hair like this, and that said helmet was nowhere to be found in the room when I first walked in.
The danger registers, the possibility that Ezla’s father has had cameras following her and would see her walking through the complex’s halls without that obsidian taalk hiding her from the world if he were only to play the footage back, but I can’t hold on to the thought when my Bonded hums around me, the vibrations an aphrodisiac that has my balls feeling heavier and heavier.
Simultaneously, other parts of me feel lighter and lighter, and I didn’t realise how much I needed this.
I didn’t realise, and yet the woman who’s not meant to feel anything, who’s convinced herself and the rest of the world that she has no heart to speak of .
. . she did. She realised. This merciless, vicious woman took note of my needs and demanded I acknowledge them in a way no one has before, and she’s taking care of me.
Fuck, I love her. I love her so goddamn much.
Hand tightening in her hair, more deep sounds of pleasure move up my throat to meet the heated air.
Rapture rolls over me in gradually largening waves as my fingers twist in the thick locks, gripping a handful to anchor me as she bobs her head and hollows her cheeks.
“Shit, that feels so good . . .” I breathe unsteadily, my ragged gasps loud in the otherwise-quiet room, hips subtly rolling without my permission.
Under her intense gaze, my skin breaks out in goosebumps as it slowly crawls over me before meeting mine. And the sight of this brutal woman with her mouth wrapped around my thickness . . .
My dick twitches wildly, and she rewards its enthusiasm by pressing her tongue into the most prominent vein on my shaft on her next upward glide, earning another groan from me. My hand that’s not in her hair comes to the side of her face as her bobbing head picks up its pace in response.
Thighs tensing, my chest heaves, a layer of sweat building on my skin. The pressure in my groin builds and builds, and I rasp, “Love . . . you . . . you might want to pull back—I’m going to come.”
Somehow, even with her mouth stuffed full of me, her lips stretched around my girth, the look she levels on me is exceptionally intimidating, gifting me the best kind of chills.
“That— Fuck, Ezla,” I hiss, neck extending as my head tips back into the pillow beneath it when she cups my balls with her free hand and massages them firmly.
Ragged breaths leaving me, I feel my body tensing further, preparing for release, and my chin drops to look back at her as I try again, trembling thumb gently stroking her cheek, “That’s what you want?
You sure? You want my cum in your mouth? ”
In response, she takes me so far that I hit the back of her throat. At the same time, she squeezes my balls, and there’s zero chance of me holding off any longer.
Hand clenching in her hair, I can only hope I’m not pulling too hard as my hips buck up uncontrollably and a blissful light-headedness sweeps through me.
“Ezla—Ezla,” I groan, limbs spasming, heart racing.
All-consuming, that white-hot pleasure crashes over me as my cock jumps and pulses in time with each heavy spurt of release.
My eyes roll back in my head, arms rigid as I keep my grip on her while her throat constricts around me as she swallows me down with each stream, taking it all.
It draws out my orgasm until it’s endless, and there’s no thoughts in my mind, no worries, no fear, no pain . . . just pure, overpowering ecstasy.
With a pop, Ezla’s mouth leaves my cock when I’ve finally come down. Using my thighs for support, she licks her pink lips as she straightens, sitting back on her heels, and my hands reluctantly drop from her head.
Our scents mix together, that hot cinnamon swirling around me without her helmet to contain it all, and that as much as the visual as a drop of my cum runs down her chin that she’s missed has me hardening all over again, the swelling of my sensitive cock pulling a hiss from me.
Fucking hell, my body is disgracefully insatiable when it comes to her.
Ezla appears delighted. “You are so greedy for me.” A pause as if she’s debating her next words. Then, “How do you feel?”
“Like I love you.” The words slip out in response to her toneless yet heartwarming words before I can push them back down my throat.
I’m rigid from head to toe in an instant, and my legs shift so that my feet are planted on the silk-dressed mattress as I prepare for her to freak out in any way.
But Ezla doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t appear ready to bolt. Doesn’t seem disgusted or unhappy or ready to throw my love back in my face. For once, she only roves her eyes over my face with that unreadable expression of hers, and she says, “Good.”
My swallow is hard as I push myself upright, and she doesn’t stop me as I tentatively reach for her, so I let my palms find her hips and rest there.
“Good?” My attention shifts over her features as fixatedly as hers do mine.
I know I didn’t mishear her, and I’m hardly breathing as I wait for her to explain herself.
She hums, then flicks her eyes away, fingertip absently trailing over my chest through my black T-shirt.
Her non-verbal response doesn’t stop my heart from thudding against my ribcage as it tries to get to her. I’m topped up with happiness, and I can’t help but let out a breathy laugh of relief.
Ezla’s focus moves to my mouth, watching almost curiously. “I make you happy.”
Blinking, I pause as I try to understand where that came from and if that was a statement or a question. “Of course. Happier than ever.”
“Hmm . . . I feel that . . .” Her hand comes up to press on my chest over my heart, which increases its speed even further. “In here. I feel you through the bond all the time. I find that very strange—that you care for me.”
My forehead scrunches, and my own hand rises to her chin, thumb swiping up the cum there.
Her dark lashes flutter closed at my touch, and gratification spreads through me.
“Why is that surprising? You’re remarkable.
Absolutely stunning in every way. There’s no one else out there like you, and I’m so fucking glad I’m one of the five men who’ve been able to claim you. ”
She huffs, eyes opening back up. “No. I claim you.” I grin, and those eyes zoom back in on the action. “I do not make people smile, and yet you and the other men give me them constantly.”
“It’s involuntary, Love. Would you like me to try and stop?”
“No,” she snaps, and my brows ping up. “You do not withhold anything from me.”
Stroking a hand over her hair, relishing in the softness against my skin, I reply, “Understood.”
Ezla frowns. “I did not say you could pet me.”
A single brow rises this time. She’s saying one thing, but she’s not moved an inch. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her eyes slit. “I did not say that, either.”
Chuckling under my breath, I keep up the motions on her head, and a chuff like a tigress leaves her.
We’re silent for a short while as I simply soak up her presence like I should have been able to that morning after our first time together instead of what really happened.
And the thought weighs heavy on me, but I won’t allow it to ruin the moment, not when it’s the first one we’ve had together since then.
But what I do allow it to do is increase my desperation for her as my still-hard length sends me an uncomfortable reminder of its eagerness for my Bonded as it throbs painfully against my thigh.
My hands find either side of her neck, fingers curling around the back and pressing in to massage her tenderly as I reposition myself so I’m mirroring her. Sitting on my heels with her remaining between my spread thighs, I draw her closer by my hold. “Can I kiss you, Love?”
She suddenly looks murderous, and I’m wondering what I’ve said wrong when she says, “Yes, you can, because someone already taught you. Thank you for the reminder.”
For one beat, then another, I can only stare.
Then I let out another laugh, this one full-bellied.
“Stop laughing at me,” Ezla demands.
“I’m not, I’m not,” I get out as I struggle to compose myself, one hand leaving her neck to rub over my mouth.
Her glare is searing hot, and she moves her hands to my shoulders, ensuring I feel the sharp bite of her nails.
I ignore the answering twitch of my dick and the arousal I feel dripping onto my skin in answer as I say around a poorly hidden smile, “I’m sorry, Love, it’s just that your jealousy is adorable. ”
She looks wholly unimpressed.
“I would very much like to punish you. However, the punishments I deem fitting are not seeming agreeable lately,” she informs me. “When I imagine your blood spilling across the floor, it does not please me like it used to.”
Spending time like this with her has made me feel lighter than ever, and I can’t help but tease, “Ah. Must be awful.”
Ezla whacks me on the shoulder.
Chest shaking, I bite my lip in attempt to not piss her off even more.
Which changes the mood in the room in a flash, tension thickening the air as her attention burrows back into my mouth.
My humour dies down in place of something far more sinful.