His hand came to the nape of my neck, fisting my hair as he pulled me to him. I gasped into his mouth, our lips tangled with each other as I was led to the bed until I fell back onto it.
He did not remove his lips from mine as his hands untucked my shirt and roamed up my body. There was a rip and a rush of air against my heated skin, alerting me that I was bare under him, my shirt and bra torn. That thought was ripped away as his palm caressed my breasts, his callused thumb running over my nipples.
He groaned into my mouth and settled himself between my legs; heat radiated through both our pants.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his breath short.
“I am yours,” I told him. “Touch me,” I demanded.
And he did.
His touches were claiming yet soft, searching yet hungry. There was a carnal need wrapped in innate affection. I was addicted to it.
I thrust my hips against him, grinding against his hardness as warmth and desire pooled between my legs.
His lips were ripped from mine. My mouth opened in protest, but instead, out came a garbled gasp as his warm mouth encircled a nipple, his hands coming to undo my pants and his.
He peeled my pants off, and I lifted to help him as gently as I could so he wouldn’t need to stop sucking at me.
His teeth grazed me, and I stilled, making him smile against my nipple.
His arms wrapped around my bare legs, and he pulled me to the edge of the bed. I opened them, wanting what he was offering. The memory of him deep inside me was ignited when I saw his throbbing length.
He grasped a scarred hand around his cock, and my mouth dried, but instead of guiding it to me, he dropped to his knees and stared at me, fully bare and splayed before him.
Even though I was still new to intimacy and Ezra was relatively new to me. I knew him on an intrinsic level; something in me past my wolf knew him and trusted him past words.
This was natural, wanted, needed.
His lips parted, and he inhaled; his eyes flashed black. My body heated under his ravenous, intent gaze.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Y-yours—” My breath caught as he licked up one side of me and down the other.
He flattened his tongue and slowly trailed it up my center. I buckled, but he held my thighs down open for him to continue his lavacious exploration until I could not take it any longer.
“Ezra,” I moaned. “Ezra, please.”
“More?” he asked, hovering over me.
I writhed under him, gasping. “Ezra.”
His hands snaked under my legs, and he grasped my ass firmly, lifting me off the bed and to his face. His tongue speared into me, and I cried out.
A thumb trailed over my asshole, and to my core, he removed his tongue and replaced it with his finger. When he sucked on my sensitive spot above my opening, I arched my back, writhing, but he held me firmly in place.
The pleasure peaked, and I exploded. For the first time, I held nothing back. I grabbed the sheets and let the pleasure consume me without a thought in the world, without anything lingering, only giving space to him and I.
When he set me gently back on the bed, my legs were quivering.
From between my splayed thighs, he gave me a satisfactory, glistening smile I had never seen.
“Of all the things I have learned, I think your pleasure might be the most gratifying to master,” he told me, getting up to his full height.
Before a conscious thought could enter, instinct and want took hold.
I got onto shaky knees and knelt before him on the bed. His eyes widened as I wrapped my hand around his base and flicked my tongue over the head of his penis.
He hissed when I made contact, and it sent a new brand of heat through me, one that was entirely made up of his pleasure, elicited by me.
He was softer than I imagined, and I took him in slowly, exploring him as he did me. His hand came to rest on my head as I pushed myself deeper against him, tasting and sucking.
He grunted in response, and I understood what gratification he was talking about. Learning how to please…Fuck.
To please the man I loved.
Woohooo- Aksala cheered.
Not the time - I responded with my mouth full of cock.
I let him go out of slight shock and licked up his length instead; his responding low growl in his chest brought me back to myself—to him.
When I pulled back, we were staring at each other, both breathing shallowly.
His hand snaked my neck, and he pulled us together, our tongues and teeth clashing and moving against each other.
Somehow, his shirt was off, and I was on top of him, and he was pulling what was left of my ripped shirt off me.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
He propped himself up to sit, leaning against the headboard. I was in his lap, and his length was pressed between us, already slick with my wetness.
“I have not been more sure of anything,” I told him.
He nodded and studied me, his throat bobbing, sincerity raw on his face. “I am yours,” he told me. “All of me. Whatever I am, whatever I will become, it all belongs to you.”
His hands lowered and cupped my waist gently, lifting me and positioning me above him. He did not move me down or him up to me.
I slowly sank down, and the feeling of him had my eyes fluttering shut. I squeezed against him and swallowed forcing my eyes open. “I have to tell you something first,” I said.
He inhaled through his teeth, looking almost pained. “Go on,” he said, clenched.
“I love you.”
He broke out into the broadest, most blinding smile I had seen from anyone.
He pulled me to him, and when I tried to kiss him, all I was met with was his tooth smile that he could not stop. I laughed, and the sensation of him twitching inside me turned it into a gasp.
I lifted and sank lower.
And then again.
“Simone,” he panted, pulling back and running a thumb across my lower lip. “I have loved you before I realized what it meant.”
I gasped, taking him into me again. He groaned, and pleasure sparked at his words and the feel of him deep within me, hitting that delicious spot I had no name for.
I placed a hand on his taut bicep and his shoulder for support and rode him until my pleasure built again, high on the emotional and physical connection that melded us together.
I moved against him, taking what he was giving me and giving him all of myself, in turn. I wanted to pour everything I had into him, to show him how worthy he was, how honored I was to have him as my partner—my equal.
I followed my desires and gave myself over to the carnal pleasure of it. Of the trust and connection and rightness.
Giving into choices we made consciously that carried through in the undercurrent of our instincts. Striking away doubts and fears to come together together, as one.
We became one.
Mark him - Aksala begged.
I leaned forward to his neck, trying to push logic through the ecstasy that had overtaken my body. But instincts led me to the place where his heartbeat thrummed beneath his skin.
It called to me, and without a thought, my canines elongated, and I sank them into him—claiming him.
He bucked but held me firm, and I clamped down—hard.
Another moment later, a sharp pain had me almost releasing him.
Stay steady, girl. It’s okay - Aksala said in her soothing way.
I fought to hold onto anything.
The pleasure was replaced by a piercing pain.
And then they both were gone.
I was falling through the sky at the beginning of creation itself, before the heavens and earth had form.
But then there was him.
He was with me, a shadow form in between worlds, there from the beginning.
He reached for me, and I grasped onto him, and then we tumbled back.
Back to reality, back to a place where we had found each other—chosen each other.
Shocks of rich warmth pulsed through me, shooting from me. It felt as if I had swallowed the moon itself, and it was piercing every one of my pores.
I could not stop it if I wanted to.
But the pleasure was cool and painful and beautiful and acute and too much but not enough.
It was the most perfect moment, as if the scattered pieces of me came together for one final moment and shattered again so entirely that I was made anew from its soot.
I came hard on him, against him, and he into me.
Licking my mark, and roared loudly as he spilled into me. I did the same, but my moans and pants were unrecognizable; they were not a language of this earth but a language written in stardust, never spoken aloud.
Mate - Aksala chimed.
“Mate,” Ezra said, his voice the darkness of the heavens.
His teeth grazed me, and I stilled, making him smile against my nipple.
His arms wrapped around my bare legs, and he pulled me to the edge of the bed. I opened them, wanting what he was offering. The memory of him deep inside me was ignited when I saw his throbbing length.
He grasped a scarred hand around his cock, and my mouth dried, but instead of guiding it to me, he dropped to his knees and stared at me fully bare and splayed before him.
Even though I was still new to intimacy and Ezra was relatively new to me. I knew him on an intrinsic level; something in me past my wolf knew him and trusted him past words.
This was natural, wanted, needed.
His lips parted, and he inhaled; his eyes flashed black. My body heated under his ravenous, intent gaze.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Y-yours—” My breath caught as he licked up one side of me and down the other.
He flattened his tongue and slowly trailed it up my center. I buckled, but he held my thighs down open for him to continue his lavacious exploration until I could not take it any longer.
“Ezra,” I moaned. “Ezra, please.”
“More?” he asked, hovering over me.
I writhed under him, gasping. “Ezra.”
His hands snaked under my legs, and he grasped my ass firmly, lifting me off the bed and to his face. His tongue speared into me, and I cried out.
A thumb trailed over my asshole, and to my core, he removed his tongue and replaced it with his finger. When he sucked on my sensitive spot above my opening, I arched my back, writhing, but he held me firmly in place.
The pleasure peaked, and I exploded. For the first time, I held nothing back. I grabbed the sheets and let the pleasure consume me without a thought in the world, without anything lingering, only giving space to him and I.
When he set me gently back on the bed, my legs were quivering.
From between my splayed thighs he gave me a satisfactory, glistening smile I had never seen.
“Of all the things I have learned, I think your pleasure might be the most gratifying to master,” he told me, getting up to his full height.
Before a conscious thought could enter instinct and want took hold.
I got onto shaky knees and knelt before him on the bed. His eyes widened as I wrapped my hand around his base and flicked my tongue over the head of his penis.
He hissed when I made contact, and it sent a new brand of heat through me, one that was entirely made up of his pleasure, elicited by me.
He was softer than I imagined, and I took him in slowly, exploring him as he did me. His hand came to rest on my head as I pushed myself deeper against him, tasting and sucking.
He grunted in response, and I understood what gratification he was talking about. Learning how to please…Fuck.
To please, the man I loved.
Woohooo- Aksala cheered.
Not the time - I responded with my mouth full of cock.
I let him go out of slight shock and licked up his length instead; his responding low growl in his chest brought me back to myself—to him.
When I pulled back, we were staring at each other, both breathing shallowly.
His hand snaked my neck, and he pulled us together, our tongues and teeth clashing and moving against each other.
Somehow, his shirt was off, and I was on top of him, and he was pulling what was left of my ripped shirt off me.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
He propped himself up to sit leaning against the headboard. I was in his lap, and his length was pressed between us, already slick with my wetness.
“I have not been more sure of anything,” I told him.
He nodded and studied me, his throat bobbing, sincerity raw on his face. “I am yours,” he told me. “All of me. Whatever I am, whatever I will become, it all belongs to you.”
His hands lowered and cupped my waist gently, lifting me and positioning me above him. He did not move me down or him up to me.
I slowly sank down, and the feeling of him had my eyes fluttering shut. I squeezed against him and swallowed forcing my eyes open. “I have to tell you something first,” I said.
He inhaled through his teeth, looking almost pained. “Go on,” he said, clenched.
“I love you.”
He broke out into the broadest, most blinding smile I had seen from anyone.
He pulled me to him, and when I tried to kiss him, all I was met with was his tooth smile that he could not stop. I laughed, and the sensation of him twitching inside me turned it into a gasp.
I lifted and sank lower.
And then again.
“Simone,” he panted, pulling back and running a thumb across my lower lip. “I have loved you before I realized what it meant.”
I gasped, taking him into me again, he groaned, and pleasure sparked at his words and the feel of him deep within me, hitting that delicious spot I had no name for.
I placed a hand on his taut bicep, and his shoulder for support and rode him until my pleasure built again, high on the emotional and physical connection that melded us together.
I moved against him, taking what he was giving me and giving him all of myself, in turn. I wanted to pour everything I had into him, to show him how worthy he was, how honored I was to have him as my partner—my equal.
I followed my desires and gave myself over to the carnal pleasure of it. Of the trust and connection and rightness.
Giving into choices we made consciously that carried through in the undercurrent of our instincts. Striking away doubts and fears to come together together, as one.
We became one.
Mark him - Aksala begged.
I leaned forward to his neck, trying to push logic through the ecstasy that had overtaken my body. But instincts led me to the place where his heartbeat thrummed beneath his skin.
It called to me, and without a thought, my canines elongated, and I sank them into him—claiming him.
He bucked but held me firm, and I clamped down—hard.
Another moment later a sharp pain had me almost releasing him.
Stay steady, girl. It’s okay - Aksala said in her soothing way.
I fought to hold onto anything.
The pleasure was replaced by a piercing pain.
And then they both were gone.
I was falling through the sky at the beginning of creation itself, before the heavens and earth had form.
But then there was him.
He was with me, a shadow form in between worlds, there from the beginning.
He reached for me, and I grasped onto him, and then we tumbled back.
Back to reality, back to a place where we had found each other—chosen each other.
Shocks of rich warmth pulsed through me, shooting from me. It felt as if I had swallowed the moon itself, and it was piercing every one of my pores.
I could not stop it if I wanted to.
But the pleasure was cool and painful and beautiful and acute and too much but not enough.
It was the most perfect moment, as if the scattered pieces of me came together for one final moment and shattered again so entirely that I was made anew from its soot.
I came hard on him, against him, and he into me.
Licking my mark, and roared loudly as he spilled into me. I did the same, but my moans and pants were unrecognizable; they were not a language of this earth but a language written in stardust, never spoken aloud.
Mate - Aksala chimed.
“Mate,” Ezra said, his voice the darkness of the heavens.