He licks me.
“Mm-mm,” I moan affirmatively.
He licks me harder.
“You could be on it right now, but you’d rather be here, in the dark, trapped between my body and the wall. You love running from me just as much as I enjoy chasing you. You put up a fight because it dizzies you to see how deep this goes. You like having an alibi, but in reality, you're so addicted to me you'd let me touch you wherever I please. In a crowded tavern. In a tent we shared with your brother. Anywhere.”
He sinks one finger inside maddeningly slowly, thenrubs, rubs, rubsthat sensitive spot,his tongue doing sweet, awful things to me.
“Admit it.”
“Yesss.” I hiss.
“You taste so sweet, Max. Like my own fucking lotus fruit.”
I wait for his shadow to interrupt, but there’s just him and his rogue mouth eating me up from dessert.
The stones of the alcove are slick and cold, and I get no traction, no purchase, nothing to hold myself together.
I groan, too close to the edge, but he won’t let me fall.
“Oh,Ezra.”
He stops cold and climbs to his feet, abandoning my pleasure. His left hand rises to the column of my throat in a slow caress. “Say it again.”
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.”
