Chapter 83: A Primal Dance on the Sheets Part 2

Ezra's P.O.V

My hand went to cup her breasts, the soft mounds felt just right in the palm of my hands and she moaned into my mouth, her body pushing into mine as if on their own. I could feel my dick pulsating, begging for a release, and the wolf in me was basically howling at me to put my dick in her and feel her tight walls close in around me.

Oh, how good that would feel. How good she would taste.

Quiet, I told my estranged thoughts. I want her to enjoy this, not me.

I broke the kiss on a gasp, my breath labored as moved my mouth to her neglected breasts in a kiss, dragging my tongue across her nipple, which had hardened in arousal. I left a mark there by sucking on her skin, and did the same with the other, taking my time with the foreplay to make sure she was ready.

“Oh,” Zoya whimpered, and I wanted to eat her alive just then, “God, yes…Ezra!”

Impatience gnawed and me and I was forced to cease my journey on her soft mounds as I flipped us onto the bed with her underneath me, before pinning her down with my hands on either side of her waist. I looked up at her eyes that were now glistening with unshed tears, but the desire in them was palpable.

I asked for permission, to proceed further and without a word, Zoya nodded, giving in. I didn’t need to be told twice as I sat up on the bed, pulling down her shorts. There was a growing wet spot in her panties, and I knew she was soaked.

I pressed my tongue against her mound, over her underwear, letting the heat of my tongue pierce through the cloth.

“Touch me,” she begged eagerly, her voice trembling. “I need you in me.”

I had a vague feeling that if it weren’t for the heat, Zoya would’ve shown more reserve, been a lot more shy about her first time. But I preferred her like this. This wild and sensuous woman who wasn’t afraid to tell me what she wanted.

I kissed her on the spot right between her legs, and I felt her shudder at the sensation. “Not yet,” I said. “You’ll thank me for this later.”

I hooked my fingers in the hem of her panties and all but ripped it apart, unable to hold onto my sanity any longer. I placed a finger in between the slit of her pussy and began rubbing up and down. As I did so, I bent over her chest, and took her breast in my mouth, taking everything in the same rhythm as I played with her womanhood.

I took the hardened nub of her nipple in between my teeth, biting down just enough to watch her jolt, a scream of pleasure tearing through her lips and then I licked at the sensual hurt. When I looked up at her, her eyes looked unfocused, hazed over, and her lips were parted in a moan. God…if only she knew the effect she was having on me.

“God…you’re so wet.” I groaned, a low growl vibrating in my chest at the way my fingers glided so smoothly in her pussy.

I withdrew my hand, and she whined in protest, looking up at me with pleasing eyes. I smirked, ignoring her pleas.

Instead, I brought my fingers up to her face to show her how they were glistening in the light. “See how wet you are, baby?” I said, and licked her juices right off my finger.

I finally reclaimed her mouth in a kiss once more, making her taste herself on my lips. But this time, I had two inserted two of my fingers inside of her womanhood, feeling her inner muscles spasm around my fingers, sucking them in.

Her knees shot up, her toes curled as if she was trying to get away from me. But when her arms wrapped around my back, pulling me even closer to her body, I was reassured that she wanted me to continue. So I pumped in and out slowly, not letting her mouth free of mine, even as her lips started to swell from all the raw passion of our kiss.

Then I put another finger in, the speed of my thrusts slowly getting faster. She whimpered against my mouth, her hands going up to tug at my hair. Sensing that she might be overwhelmed with all the sensations, considering this was her first time, I broke off the kiss and instead watched as her face contorted in pleasure.

I kept thrusting with my fingers, and she rocked her hips in an attempt to get more of me. “You like that, huh?” I asked, and she just barely managed to pant out her affirmation.

And then I stopped.

“Why’d you stop?” she whined, looking up at me for answers.

“I want to taste you, Zoya.” I told her, my voice rough with desire. “Will you let me taste you?”

Her eyes widened in shock, but she nodded her head nevertheless. It was all I needed.

I positioned myself over her pussy, and pressed my tongue against her slit, prying her legs apart to get a proper look at her pink folds. My mouth watered as I lapped at her, tasting heaven in my mouth.

She moaned as I took her in with my mouth, lapping her up until she was writhing under me, her moans so loud that I was sure the people at the pack could hear her. “You taste so good,” I whispered against her, my tongue dancing in paradise.

As her pleasure heightened, she moved against me, with me, her hips moving in a primal dance.

“I need you, Ezra, I need you,” she moaned and suddenly, her entire body stilled, a scream escaping her lips as she came all over me.

I moved away from her then, rising above her to lick my lips of her cum. She watched me with hooded eyes, her labored breath making her breasts rise and fall at a steady pace.

And I thought that was enough. That this should be enough to ease her pain, to severe the mating bond between her and Silas.

But then, she caught my hand that had been inside of her not two seconds ago, and brought it up to her lips before sucking on one of my fingers…and I was gone.