Ezra’s POV
Three nights, that’s how long I waited. Not because I was unsure, not because I had doubts. I waited because control is everything, and she was never going to be touched again without intention.
Without planning, without me.
At 2:57 a.m., I unlocked her dorm with the key I copied weeks ago. No noise, or hesitation. Just the quiet click of a lock I now owned. Chloe was gone, engineered. A fake family emergency that pulled her out two days early.
I made sure there would be no interruptions.
The room was dim, lit only by the soft blink of her phone charging on the desk. She was sprawled across the bed, tangled in the sheets like a gift someone forgot to open.
My shirt, one of my old ones, worn in, faded at the seams, clung to her body like it belonged there. She thought she’d stolen it from the laundry basket, like I didn’t see her slip it into her bag.
She had no idea I wanted her to take it, it looks better on her anyway.
Her legs were bare, soft skin catching the low light, one thigh bent just enough to reveal the damp edge of her inner thighs beneath the shirt’s hem.
She was so relaxed, so loose-limbed and pliant. The water bottle on her desk was almost empty, right on schedule. The capsule I dissolved earlier had taken effect. Just a mild sedative.
Just enough to slow her mind, let her body drift.
I knelt beside her, brushing the hair from her cheek, letting my fingers trace her skin. Her mouth was parted slightly, lashes resting soft against her cheeks. She was deep under, her breath even, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
“You dream of this,” I whispered, keeping my lips close to her temple, breathing her in. “I know you do.”
I slid my hands beneath the hem of the shirt and started peeling it back inch by inch. No sudden movements. Her hips lifted slightly in her sleep, and I almost smiled at that.
Even unconscious, her body responded to me. Her thighs shifted, knees parting just enough for me to see the shine between her legs. She was already wet.
No stimulation, no moving lips, just knowing I was near.
I took my time pulling the shirt over her chest, exposing her breasts. Perfect, and round. The nipples peaked from the cool air or anticipation, either way, they were mine.
I leaned down and took one into my mouth, slow, sucking just enough to taste her skin. My tongue flicked over the tip before I moved to the other, dragging my hand across her stomach as I kissed my way lower.
She didn’t wake. She sighed, hips twitching as I eased her thighs apart. I positioned myself between them, inhaling the scent of her. Her cunt was soaked, slick, glistening, aching. She was the kind of wet men fantasize about and never deserved, but I did.
I lined myself up, guided the head of my cock to her entrance, and pushed inside. Inch by inch. Her heat swallowed me whole.
“Fuck,” I breathed, gripping the mattress as I bottomed out, her walls gripping me like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. “You feel like you were built for me.”
Her body molded to mine as I moved inside her, slow, deep thrusts designed to keep her right on that edge between sleep and surrender. Her arms stayed limp, her head turned slightly, lips parting as she exhaled.
I kissed her throat, her collarbone, the space behind her ear, never stopping my rhythm.
“You’re beautiful when you can’t resist me,” I said, my voice low against her skin. “Even asleep, you know who you belong to.”
I fucked her gently, deliberately. Every thrust was deep, every sound calculated. The slick drag of my cock through her soaked pussy made my teeth grit, but I didn’t lose control.
My hand slid beneath her thigh, pulling it up, opening her wider as her cunt squeezed around me. Her breath hitched. Her mouth twitched. Her body gave me everything, even in sleep.
“You were made for this,” I whispered. “To take me. To come for me. Even now, your body listens.”
Her walls fluttered, tight, and responsive. And then she moaned, a soft, breathy whimper that made my cock jerk inside her. She clenched, and I knew she was close.
Her thighs trembled, her toes curled, and I watched her face tighten just before she let go.
She came silently, perfectly, her cunt pulsing around me like it had been waiting all week. A gasp, a twitch. Her whole body released into the mattress as her orgasm rippled through her in waves.
That’s all it took to break me.
I groaned into her neck, fucking her through it, thrusting hard one last time before I came deep inside her, hips jerking, muscles tensing. I held her there, buried in her warmth, breathing heavy against her skin.
I kissed her again, slow, soft, reverent.
Then I pulled out, adjusted her shirt. Covered her with the blanket like nothing happened. On the nightstand, I placed the audio recorder.
It was already playing, my voice low, calm, patient.
“You came for me in your sleep.” I locked the door behind me as I left. No trace, and no mistake. Just her, marked and mine.