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“You smell fucking decadent, baby.” His breath is hot against my skin while he trails his lips up my calf and to the tender skin on my inner thigh. I cry out when his lips latch on, sucking the skin and gently piercing it with his teeth. I know without a doubt I’ll have marks there tomorrow and I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t hot. I’ll wear his marks like a brand that I’m proud of. I brought Ezra Hamilton to his knees. He repeats the same routine on my other thigh until my legs are shaking. The muscles tremble, and I’m almost scared of teetering in these high heels.
His hands land on my waist before spinning me toward the wall. “What are you–”
His hand smacks against my ass cheek, but before I can even blink, he’s chasing the sting away with his lips, kissing, and then sinking his teeth into each fleshy cheek. “Mm, all mine now.”
My face heats and I have to rest my forehead against the cool wall. My free palm reaches back and holds onto his shoulder while the other continues holding up my dress as he requested. His hands dip between my thighs, parting them and shoving my feet farther apart. I gasp at the first feel of his tongue against my core, and I practically melt when he licks me from there all the way up to my ass.
I chant his name over and over in the small enclosed space, while his tongue runs over me again and again before his tongue lashes against my tiny rosebud. “Ezra!” I call his name and practically feel the smirk of his lips against my swollen skin.
My dismay doesn’t divert his attention; instead, he buries his face deeper, stroking harder until I’m almost balancing on my tiptoes, my entire torso pressed into the wall.
“That's it, baby, keep calling my name. Tell everyone who’s making you feel good.” His hands guide my body around so he’s pressed to my front again, his lips placing kisses all over my upper thighs, my mound and against the softer flesh on my lower stomach.
I jump when his skilled fingers first touch my clit. I’m so over sensitized, surrounded by every smell, feel, taste, and thought of Ezra. He starts stroking and massaging with his fingertips, and my eyes flutter shut. My free hand delves into his perfectly-styled hair, gripping the silky strands with my fingers. He growls against my skin before replacing his fingers with his mouth.
“Ahh!” I gasp as his fingers slide along my inner lips, gathering the wetness there before pumping his middle finger inside of me.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this Ocean. Feeling your pussy gripping me,” he murmurs. I force myself to look down, my eyes latching onto his heated ones. “You’re fucking magnificent. And now you’re mine. Every part of you belongs to me. I’ll never leave you again. If anyone wants to take you away, they’ll have to pry my cold, dead fingers off of you.
I moan louder, my breathing getting harder and harder. I’m so close to coming all over him. As if sensing how close I am, Ezra stands and repositions his hand so that I’m grinding against his palm, while he continues pumping in and out in shallow thrusts. He adds another finger, stretching my tightchannel, and that's when I come, my inner muscles gripping and flexing around his fingers. “Ezra!” I cry out into the space, while my body shudders in his hold.
He buries his face in my neck, his lips sucking and biting. “Fuck yes, princess. You’re so fucking perfect.”
I can hear how wet I am while his fingers keep pushing in and out of me. My body coils tight, ready to work for another orgasm, and Ezra seems set to deliver. His lips find mine and he gives me a hungry kiss. I can taste myself on him and my skin burns. I bite his bottom lip and he grunts, his lower body colliding with mine. I can feel how hard he is through his dress pants against my stomach. My hand reaches out, stroking him through the fabric.
“Ocean, if you keep doing that, I’ll end up taking you right here.”
“Is that a promise or a threat?” I raise my brow, enjoying the look of distress that passes his eyes.
“I’d rather have you laid out in my bed.”
I’m about to respond when a door slams in the house.
“Zander!” Mia’s voice carries down the hallway. It sounds like she’s running and soon someone is running after her.
“Two minutes to get to your bedroom, Mrs. Knight. Or I’ll fuck you wherever I find you.” Zander’s voice calls after her.
I quickly cover my mouth from either shrieking or giggling. My eyes meet Ezra’s and I see the disappointment in his as well as a flash of humor. “We need to get out of here. I can’t be here listening to my best friend getting busy with her new husband on her wedding night.”
I drop my dress, once again covering my legs. My legs still feel unsteady when I go to reach for my discarded underwear. Ezra bends at the same time I do and he swipes them off the floor before I can.
“Wha-”
“Souvenir,” he says while pocketing it, a salacious grin on his lips.
“That’s my favorite one.” I hold my hand out for it. It really is too. The light lilac lace matches my dress perfectly.
“Mine too,” he says before dipping down and placing a kiss on my cheek and taking my outstretched hand in his. “Let's get out of here.”
I can’t keep my lips from curling in a happy grin. He leads me out into the hallway, and we sneak quietly out of the house just in time, right as the thumping of the headboard against the wall upstairs starts.
Chapter Twenty
Ocean
Ezra
Where are you?
