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“Damn it, Em. Thank you,” he says as his hands move to quickly strip my clothes from my body, a rushed frenzy to touch my skin, to have nothing between us any longer.

I can’t hold it against him, I’m rushing just as much, my fingers fumbling over the buttons of his shirt as his mouth runs down my neck to bite and tease, lick and kiss.

Barely unbuttoning his shirt to mid-chest, I squeak when Ezra pushes to his feet and rips my jeans down my legs, pure hunger in those amber eyes as he stares down at me.

He watches me as his deft fingers are quick to unbutton the rest of his shirt, his muscular shoulders moving in a tease as he pulls it off his strong body. Dropping it to the ground, he stills in place, one word rolling off his lips.

“Mine.”

He says it like he can’t believe it, like he doesn’t deserve it, like beautiful things can’t happen to him.

It breaks my heart because he does deserve all the beautiful things in life. He just refuses to see it.

His eyes lift to lock with mine, a question flickering behind them.

“Yours,” I promise him.

That arrogant smirk stretches his lips, the lying dimple indenting his cheek. But then he drops to his knees, grabs my legs and drags me to the edge of the bed.

I cry out when his teeth sink down onto the inside of my thigh, his lips closing over the skin to mark me as his.

He always has to mark me, that possessive nature of his running bone deep.

Fingers sneaking beneath the sides of my panties, he pulls them off as he stands again, his eyes molten as he unbuttons his pants and lets them fall down his legs.

“First time fast, Em. I can’t wait. And I’m not patient.”

He shoves off his boxer briefs, and the sight of him traps the breath in my lungs.

Ezra is carved to perfection over every inch of his exquisite body.

Fighting to speak, I ask, “First time?”

His lips curl.

“Second through fifth time, we’ll go much, much slower.”

“Fifth?”

The word is lost as he grabs my legs and spreads them, his cock sinking inside my body as he growls, “Fuck, killer. Thank you.”

My body arches over the bed to be filled so fully, the muscles stretching to accommodate his length and girth, both pleasure and heat driven through me so fiercely that I’m melting when he grips the back of my head, fists his hand in my hair and tugs me up into a blistering kiss.

Speaking against my lips, he apologizes on a whisper, his hips beginning to move so hard and fast that stars burst behind my eyes, a rush of blood thundering through my head so loud that I can barely hear what he’s speaking against my neck with every thrust.

I love you...

I’m sorry...

I don’t deserve you...

Thank you…

You’re mine.

Over and over and over until my body falls apart on a bone shattering orgasm, until his mouth crashes against mine and he joins me.

Ezra

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