Chapter 44
Unbidden
EZRA
“Oh, Ezra,” she gasps.
My name on her lips sends a shiver through me, and I rise to my feet, tracing the delicate hollow beneath her jaw back and forth. “Say it again.”
“Ezra.”
I sink one finger inside her mouth, her pink lips quivering around my name.
Gods. I close my eyes and rest my forehead against hers as the storm in my head quiets. The only time I'm not afraid of my past is when Max says my name.
The narrow staircase disappears. The palace disappears. The war, Willow, my father, all of it fades beneath the simple relief of pleasuring her.
If she craves the devil hiding somewhere inside me, maybe he isn't as monstrous as I fear. If she can love him, then maybe I can learn to tolerate his faults.
As long as she stands by my side, I think I can tolerate a lot.
I nuzzle her hair, caressing her breasts, pinching the peaks and rolling them between my fingers.
Her head falls back on the stone. “Oh, gods. They’re too sensitive.”
I suck gentle bruises along the underside of them, feasting on her insanely responsive body with a growl of approval. “They are perfect. Mine. I could play with them all night, Max.”
I use just enough teeth to make her moan, switching to soft lips and a hot tongue whenever her shallow breaths sharpen into pain. Writhing, she pushes her pubic bone forward, working my knee between her legs again and dragging her dripping pussy up and down my thigh.
“Please, touch me. I’m so close.”
“Look how flushed you are. How beautiful.”
She’s a vision, alright. Panting, on the verge of orgasm, her breasts red from my enthusiastic attentions.
I crush them together and imagine thrusting my cock in that tight groove between them, then use the pads of my thumbs to trace her aureoles.
My pride soars as they thicken even further, and she curses unintelligibly, her noises quickly becoming my favorite sound in the universe.
Goosebumps run along her neck as I lower my big hands to her small waist, pinning her to the wall, and drop my hungry gaze to her dark, swollen nipples.
I take one hard peak in my mouth and suck.
“Oh… Please. Oh.” She sinks her nails into my hairline and drags them down my shoulders, deep enough to leave a mark. “Ezra. I’m—”
Shudders quake her body, but I ground her to the cold stone at her back, supporting her weight, and bite down on the fleshy roundness of her left breast.
Liquid fire gushes along my thigh, and Max gasps in surprise, her climax coating my skin. My cock throbs within the confines of my pants.
By the Flame. I’m going to wreck her and feel that on my cock before the night is over.
“Did you come, my love?” I gasp huskily. “Did you really come from just me sucking on your gorgeous tits?”
It’s a rhetorical question, and her already red skin blushes scarlet.
A delighted, shameful groan escapes her. “Yes.”
“Oh, I’m dying to stuff that gorgeous mouth of yours with my cock.”
I barely have to wait before she drops to her knees, and I guide her face toward my needy erection. “Is that okay?”
She shoots me a wanton smile, working my pants open and tugging them down past my knees. “I want to feel you deep in my throat, Ezra.”
Fuck me. If she keeps this up, I’m not going to last long.
Her serpent flames swirl under the surface of her skin and cast a delightful glow upon her. Butterflies scatter in my belly when she grabs my length. It’s pointing at the ceiling, pulsing with impatience, and big. Too big for her delicate mouth, surely.
She leans in and runs her pink tongue along the shaft.
“Flaming hells, that’s hot,” I hiss.
“I thought you liked to play with fire,” she says in jest, using the very tip of her tongue to tease me, clearly using her magic to make her mouth feel so, so good.
Beyond anything I could have imagined.
I gather the base of her messy braid in my hands. “Oh fuck, that feels incredible.”
She hums, taking the tip deeper inside her mouth and wrapping her hands along the base. I groan when she hollows her cheeks and bobs her head up and down.
She doesn’t look merely okay with sucking me off, but entranced, cooing and rubbing her thighs together. And my already rock-hard cock fucking throbs.
“You sweet little vixen. Your hot little mouth is hungry for it.”
She hums again.
I tug on her red mane and push in carefully, my crown hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes mist over, but she doesn’t gag, relaxing her mouth to take me even deeper.
Blessed fucking Flame, no wonder I’m so taken by her. She’s a goddess, something powerful enough to rewrite fate, using her god-given fire to pleasure me.
I am unworthy.
“I’m mad for you, Max.”
As soon as I’m free to do so, I’m going to marry her.
“How does it feel to know I’m that close to filling your throat?”
She smiles, picking up the pace, but I click my tongue.
“You’re too good with that mouth, little fox. But I’m not done with you yet.”
I slip out of her mouth, and she moans from the loss.
“I wanted you to come,” she says on a pout so intensely, I’m almost regretful.
“I want you to scream tonight, Max.”
I pick her up and pin her to the wall. In perfect sync, she parts her legs on either side of my midriff, the skirt of her nightgown riding up to her hips.
My heart booms as I lace our fingers, raise her hands on either side of her head, and place a soft kiss on each wrist. I’m not letting her fall into that abyss where I lost her last time we tried to do this.
“Are you with me, little fox?” I say tenderly.
“Yes.”
I push the tip of my cock past her slick folds. “By Helios…” I promised myself to go easy, to let her adjust to my size, but like a devil, I bury my hungry length to the hilt in one go.
She exhales quickly. “Oh.”
I pause. “Did I hurt—”
“No.” She shakes her head emphatically. “You’re so big. And deep.”
My ego bursts into fireworks. She knows exactly what to say and how to say it to rile me up.
“That’s entirely your fault for coming so prettily and taking my cock in your mouth so well.
” I slide my hands down the dip of her waist, then sink my fingertips in the flesh of her ass.
“And now, I’m going to fuck you hard, little fox.
So hard that you won’t be able to walk straight for a week. How does that sound?”
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she nods like she’s lost all sense of reality. The more I test her boundaries and share my heated, pervasive thoughts, the more she likes it.
I thrust in and out of her, holding her ass and working her body to an angle that causes her moans to deepen and her pussy to pulse around my cock. I feed it to her inch by inch, then pull almost completely out again, until she screams.
“That’s it, so good, so fucking good, my little fox. Make a fucking mess. And then I’ll reward you by taking you harder.”
“Oh, Ezra!”
She rolls her hips, meeting my thrusts, so hot and tight I have to grit my teeth not to get ahead of myself.
Her walls clench, coating me with the proof of her orgasm, and I shudder as cum leaks from my crown.
That was too close.
I don’t give her time to catch her breath and sink inside her again, keeping up the rhythm and claiming her mouth for a brutal kiss.
So, so perfect.
“I’m about to fill you with my seed, Max,” I murmur against her lips. “And when I do, I need you to come again.”
Her eyes widen, her pupils so dark I could drink from the pools within them. “I can’t—not again. It’s too soon.”
“Of course you can, little fox. You’re mine. I know exactly how much you can take.”
I leave a trail of sloppy kisses on her neck and make good on my promise to take her harder.
The wet sound of me entering her, over and over again, melts my insides. Her back chafes against the stone, but she opens her mouth in bliss, her thigh quivering around my waist, her body climbing me like a vine.
“Don’t stop,” she commands.
Max stiffens, gripping the root of my hair.
Then, her tight heat clenches viciously around me, and I lose control, driving so deep inside her that I leave a part of myself there.
Delicious bursts of pleasure tingle across my spine and my ass, cum streaming out of me in thick ropes, and I wait a minute for the orgasm to ebb and my cock to soften before pulling out of her.
Her legs shake as I gently release her to the floor, supporting her so she doesn’t collapse.
“Oh my God. That was—” She cuts herself off.
A wide grin breaks across her face, her hand flying up too late to mask it. It fills me with pride and love to see her like that, so much so that I want to carry her to the bed and do it all again.
“It was everything,” I finish for her.
Blushing red, she works her top back into place.
I grab a clean, wet rag from the basin and proceed to gently wash her thighs. I’m drunk on the scent we made together, on the sight of my cum leaking out of her.
Max looks curiously down at me, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She keeps her hands tucked behind her back, a loving haze spreading across her face as I kiss the patch of skin immediately below her skirt, cleaning her slowly and reverently, then wiping myself before tossing the rag aside.
“Let me carry you to bed.” I move to hook my arms beneath her knees, but she grabs my shoulders with both hands.
“Wait.”
Her gaze flicks toward the dark passage hidden within the alcove, where an icy wind has suddenly begun to blow.
The darkness beckons, but whatever waits at the end of that corridor could hurt her. Hurt us.
She hesitates, then squeezes my hand, almost regretfully. “I need to know what’s at the end of this.”
I press a kiss to her forehead, more in love with her than ever before. “Then lead the way.”