Page 106 of The Need to Know

His right hand found my right breast and he squeezed gently, his left hand was under my left knee, keeping it pushed back as he continued tasting me.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Zeeeke,” I whined as I felt a storm building deep in my core.

The focused concentration on my clit as he sucked it into his mouth had me shuddering and shaking. Slow laps and hard sucks. It was a tortuous cycle. Before long, I was pure liquid, a sensation above consciousness. Ascension. But that wasn’t enough for him.

Cold air hit me as Ezekiel raised up. I could only see the ceiling, but I could hear him taking off his pants and soon his boxer briefs.

He came back on me as he leaned over and dug something out of his nightstand. The sight of a square foil packet was all I needed to see to know what was coming next.

But it wasn’t that simple.

Ezekiel wanted my utter demise as he grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath me, giving him a better angle to go deeper as he plunged into me.

I cried out, not expecting the size of him, the feel, or the pleasure. The first hard stroke had my legs wrapped around his waist as my head fell back.

Shit.

“Zeke!” I let out, shaking my head. “It’s too much.”

My only warning was that smirk that crossed his face. “You’re a big girl, you can take it.”

Another stroke had my eyes rolling back and mumbled nonsense leaving my tongue. Each thrust was hard, a punishment. A message.

One he seemed intent on searing into me as his hand came down around my throat. Ezekiel hovered over me, stilling as he was deep inside me. “Open your mouth.”

I did as instructed, opening my mouth and watching his eyes track me.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I knew what this was. My brain went on alert, usually against the idea. But something about his tone and the way he was looking at me had me sticking my tongue out, too horny and desperate to stop.

Ezekiel angled his head, leaned close like he was going to kiss me, and then he spit on my tongue. An act that was both aggressive and erotic.

His hold on my throat tightened as he applied pressure. He stared down into my eyes, firm, serious, expectant. “Swallow.”

I should’ve felt degraded. Humiliated. Disgusted. But instead, I felt my sex clench around him as my clit throbbed and I became wetter. Turned on. Feral.

Looking Ezekiel in his eyes, I swallowed his spit and moaned as it went down my throat.

“Fuck,” he let out as he released me.

Ezekiel brought his mouth to mine as he began taking me at a pace that had me clawing at his back. The pressure and sensation were too much. As much as I couldn’t take it, I wanted more and more. It was too good.

My eyes watered and I squeezed them shut, trying to hold it back, but knowing I couldn’t.

“Cry for me.” His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered to me calmly, guiding me through my orgasm. “Give it all to me.”

I was a goner.

My soul had left my body.

Paisley was right, Ezekiel was a demon.

I was in a daze, barely able to move or register the time when Ezekiel asked, “Hungry?”

Numb or not, my stomach wasn’t having it. It grumbled at the invitation.

“Starving,” I let out.