Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
EZRA
I trail my finger up her spine as though I’m counting each knot of bone I find, goosebumps rising on her flesh the higher I get towards the nape of her neck.
My cock is painfully hard in my trousers, and because teasing her might be my new favourite thing, I rub myself against her aching centre.
Much to my delight, she moans around the spoon between her lips.
I don’t want her to drop it, there’s no part of me that wants this to end, but punishing her again wouldn’t be a bad thing.
I get the feeling my little Red would like it.
“What a helpless little bunny, at the mercy of the wolf. I imagine every curve of this body wrapped in rope.” I ponder the thought, revelling in the shudder of interest that has her writhing against the table.
She’d submit beautifully, I just know it.
“You like that idea, sweetheart? Well, I aim to please. I’ll make a mental note to stock up on restraints. ”
“Please,” she begs, her teeth clanking against the metal as she tightens her grip of it.
Winding my hand around the length of her braid, I give it a tug, eliciting a whimper to fall from her lips as she pushes her arse back into me, searching for the friction she so sorely needs to get herself off.
I untie the fastening on my trousers, freeing my length and palming it, squeezing the head and swiping my thumb over the precum already glistening on the tip as I imagine how tight and warm it’s going to feel when I finally lose myself inside her.
Hard and standing to attention, I drop my cock and move aside her thong, tugging on her braid again so she is pressed up against my chest, my erection snugly settled between her thighs.
With her head tipped back, the moment she catches my gaze in the cracked mirror on the far wall in front of us, a squeak of surprise fills the room.
I lower my face, warm breath ghosting over the hollow of her throat, my gaze unwavering as she shivers when I whisper, “How beautiful is my plaything all trussed up and at my mercy?” The question was rhetorical because before another second can pass us by, I angle the head of my cock at her entrance and thrust up inside Cara’s dripping heat to the hilt.
A jolting tremble rockets through her body as she pants out a strangled breath, the vibrations travelling through me as I tighten my grip on her hip to hold her against my chest. She’s stuffed full, and I know she’s aching as her body struggles to accept me, but I just couldn’t help myself.
She relaxes a little in my hold, her walls squeezing me with less ferocity as her pussy welcomes the intrusion, her eyes glittering, silently begging me to give her what she needs.
Pinching her clit, her greedy pussy clamps down around my cock with such force, strangling it as she tries to buck her hips, her body desperate for me to start moving. But the angle I’m holding her at means I make the rules here.
“So full,” she mumbles, a mixture of panic and desire making her splutter out heavy pants of air.
“Oh, sweetheart, being stuffed full is the least of your worries.” I grin devilishly at her reflection, lowering my face to whisper in her ear, “Wait until I start moving; the piercings are for your pleasure.” I watch avidly as her eyes widen, rolling into the back of her head when I pull out to the tip slowly, each barbell decorating the underside of my dick massaging her g-spot as I go.
I slam forward again, rolling my hips as I fill her at a frantic pace, her body accepting me as I work her pleasure up into a frenzy.
I tuck my face into her neck, inhaling her sweet lavender and honeyed almond scent, the natural heavenly musk of her arousal adding another layer to the intoxicating aroma.
Her chest heaves. Her mewling cries and lust-soaked whimpers are music to my ears as I work her up.
I bite down on her shoulder, welcoming the tinny taste of her blood as I break the skin and mark her again.
“Ezra,” her garbled whine of my name spurs me on as I reach around and toy with her clit, my cock buried inside her slickness as I rub teasing circles with my thumb.
“So…fucking…tight.” I struggle to get the words out as she clamps down around me, silently cursing myself for being so damn close to coming buried inside her as my hips buck.
That earns me another squeeze of her walls, and I all but lose my mind as I rut relentlessly.
Her body convulses as she takes me so well.
Her lust-laden groan dies on a harsh exhale, her body jerking.
She’s not done just yet though. I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath, aching for her release as I claim her.
The sound of skin slapping as our bodies meet, her desperate whimpers and the animalistic grunts barrelling out of my mouth are almost too loud to be contained in such a small space.
“Please,” she cries out. I’m lost to how utterly consuming it feels to have her wrapped around me so tightly, pleading with me for more. That spark of heat at the base of my spine signals the rise of my own release.
Moaning, I roll my shoulders, muscles taut as I lose myself to fucking her good and proper like she deserves. The need to ruin her for all others is too strong to ignore as my hips piston forward.
“You-feel-so-fucking-good-sweetheart,” I bite out, every punched word tagged onto the end of each punishing thrust of my hips.
My cock swells as her walls contract around me, her body ready to detonate with the orgasm that I can feel building inside her.
Pinching her clit between my fingers, I press the heel of my hand into her lower belly to add intensity to what she’s feeling.
“Come for me,” I growl out, and I can feel the moment the wave of euphoria washes over her, my order to let go the last line of defence as her walls drop and she crashes headfirst into the abyss.
She sobs through it, a beautiful melding of pain and pleasure like a war cry expelled from her lungs.
I ease her forward onto the table, crowding her back.
Our sweat slick bodies heated as the spoon clatters to the table, and she screams out my name on a shuddering exhale, her body vibrating with aftershocks as the change in position welcomes another orgasm to rock her body.
I thrust twice more to chase my own release.
Pulling her up, I angle her face with her hair still wrapped around my white-knuckled fist, my lips crashing against hers, our tongues dancing as I lose myself inside her, spilling my seed as deep as I can as I hold her to me.
I kiss her reverently on her swollen lips, our harsh breaths mingling as I gaze down into her watery ocean blue eyes.
I’d happily drown in this moment with her a thousand times over.
CARA
Unshackling me, he turns me to face him, the connection of our bodies never severed. Even as he tucks himself back into his trousers, his knuckles graze my belly.
“There she is,” his mesmerising eyes are hooded as he traces the line of my jaw with his finger, running it down my throat before pressing his hand to my chest; my racing heart thumps wildly against his palm.
I mimic his move and do the same to him, revelling in such an easy exchange of comfort. The moment of quiet is enough of a conversation for us.
Bending, his hand continues its path as he falls to his knees at my feet, trailing it down over my aching pussy. A shiver tickles up my spine. I lean against the table to steady myself, swaying without his broad body to hold onto.
“I think you dropped something, Red,” he retorts, levity in his voice as he hits me with a kilowatt grin, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
He scoops up the trail of his cum mixed with mine that is running down my inner thigh and pushes it back up inside my throbbing entrance as he gets to his feet.
I wince, my core sensitive as a sharp intake of breath followed by a longing ethereal sigh leaves my trembling lips. With the pressure of his palm secured around my neck, he holds me steady.
“Ezra—” It’s a broken plea; for what exactly, I’m unsure.
My brain is frazzled in the aftermath of what we’ve just done.
I rock down onto his fingers, my body with a mind of its own as it chases his touch.
His fingers glide deeper inside me, the heel of his palm pressing against my swollen clit as I rest my forehead against his chest.
I’d gladly take anything he has to offer me; the warmth of our collective release feels right as it fills me.
The fullness as he adds a second finger takes my breath away as I grip onto his shoulders and gulp for air.
I’m chasing the sensation of yet another orgasm, his warm panting breaths hitting my cheek as he gazes lovingly down at my face.
Pushing me back, my arse hits the table, the cold steel feeling more like the burn from a flame against his raw brand etched into my skin.
His calloused fingers loop around to the front of my neck, wrapping around my throat to hold me still, squeezing the pulse points until my lashes flutter against my cheeks and my head swims, the monotonous thump of my overworked heart filling my ears as he grips and releases—heightening and teasing the sensations flooding my body.
“Greedy for my cum, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he questions, repeating the languid thrust of his fingers and curling them against my g-spot as he works a groan from my lips.
I’d happily suffocate under the weight of his attention, gladly drown in his one-of-a-kind sample of madness.
Sweat speckling my collarbone, I decide this euphoric bliss—this trance he sucks me into—it’s an addiction I’ll gladly crave until I die.
Because one taste of Ezra Wolfe isn’t enough.
I want his love to consume me until the world outside our bubble of two no longer makes sense.
It has been so long since I’ve felt…a sense of being home.
“You had enough? You want me to stop?” he teases, moving to retract his fingers.
“Please don’t stop. I need…I need…” I press, panic constricting my throat at the thought of him stealing away this feeling.
“I know what you need, Red; your body whispers everything to me with very little effort on my part.” He thrusts harder with his fingers, and my lips part with a needy groan that has him repeating the move, unabating as he holds my body to his.
I snake my fingers up into his hair at his nape, the other gripped around the edge of the table.
“Watching you fall apart is a welcome torment for my soul, the beast inside me eternally unsatisfied and hungry for more; I’ll never tire of this; I’ll never have enough of you. I hope you’re ready for that.”
I believe every word that tumbles from his mouth because I feel it too.
Fire courses through my veins as my walls grip around the intrusion of his fingers, slamming them up against my g-spot repeatedly, his arm shaking with the intensity of his movements as the pressure builds.
My vision is blurry as I try to keep my eyes open and on him, the need to stay lucid in the moment heavy in my soul, the irrational fear that he may disappear feeling too real.
“I’m ready, fuck, I’m…” I sob, the relentless ebbing of my release just out of reach, as a tear of frustration falls from my eye.
Ezra dips down to lick it away, reading my body the way he said he could and circling my clit with the pad of his thumb as I dive over the precipice, my body jolting in his hold as I scream out his name and lose myself to the pleasure.
The burn in my calves, the stiffness of my spine, the heat radiating in my chest—I’m lost to what this man does to me.
“My perfect plaything.” He grins as splintered shudders continue to wrack my body. He pulls his fingers out, sucking them into his mouth, those mismatched eyes that haunt my dreams pulling me in as he groans his appreciation of my taste on his tongue.
Bone-gnawing tiredness descends over me as I struggle to catch my breath. All at once, I feel like he has broken me and simultaneously pieced me back together as his mouth hovers over mine.
His tongue darts out and traces the seam of my mouth seeking entry. I find the strength I need to throw myself forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, and I kiss him, tongues warring as I willingly lose myself in him.
I kiss him like it might be the last time I get to do so, because in this moment, the promise of an eternity with him feels too good to be true.