Sage pressed her hand on his chest, her touch light but insistent. Her fingers found the edge of his shirt and tugged at it as she tried to remove it.
His thumb grazed the soft swell of her breast again, making her breath catch. Her nipple hardened under his touch, and she leaned into him, her lips parting.
Her eyes burning with desire, her hands found his shoulders, then slid up into his hair, tugging gently. As their mouths finally met, the kiss was deep, hungry, a frenzied joining of lips and tongues. It was a release of all the pent-up stress.
No words were said between the two of them as they just enjoyed each other's bodies for a second.
Sage helped him remove his shirt, her hands gliding over his skin, exploring his abs, her finger tracing the scar from the ribs, with a gaze filled with lust and fascination.
Her fingers traced the healing claw mark on his ribs. Even at this moment she seemed to be impressed by the fact that he had really survived being attacked by the Fade. She always knew he was special, felt it, but now it was confirmed and she was proud.
But Ezra didn't give her time to admire. While her gaze was still on the scar, he reached for the waistband of her shorts and dragged them down in one slow, purposeful motion, letting them fall to the floor.
The last barrier gone, her body was completely exposed to him, a silent offering, glowing in the soft light of the room.
For the hundredth time, Ezra found himself breathless at the sight of her bare body. She was what some would call picture perfect — but even that felt like an insult to what stood before him.
She was artistry, like she was sculpted by some divine hand, every curve and line flowing into the next with breathtaking elegance. Her skin, kissed by the dim light of the room, seemed to glow, without blemish and inviting.
Even after being with her for almost every night, the sheer, undeniable beauty of her naked form still stole his breath away, a silent testament to a perfection that defied words.
Their bodies moved as one. Ezra gripped her jaw and devoured her lips, kissing her like he owned her. This time it was more intense.
And then, Ezra's hand moved, and cupped Sage's ass, drawing her closer to him.
Ezra took a step back, letting his eyes drink her in slowly, shamelessly.
"You're perfect," he said.
He didn't wait for her reply. He moved in and cupped her ass with both hands, lifting her effortlessly and placing her down on the edge of the bed.
Sage gasped, body reacting instinctively as her thighs parted for him.
She reached for his pants next, removing them. His member, already rock hard, sprang free, a powerful, undeniable presence. Sage's breath hitched, a soft swallow in her throat, as she took in the sight, with anticipation.
'I've never been with anyone before him,' Sage thought, her mind a blur of heat and longing, 'but still. This… this must be the biggest in this world.'
She stared at his enormous, proud erection. And for some reason, it looked bigger today, but it only made her even more eager to have it inside her again.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her thighs pressed together.
'It's thicker today,' she thought hazily. Or maybe it was just her need that made it feel that way.
Ezra saw the way her eyes locked on him, and he grinned wickedly.
"You're already soaked for me," he murmured, crouching slightly as he brought his fingers down, parting her folds and teasing the wet heat between them.
Sage shuddered, barely able to stay upright.
"Of course I am," she breathed. "Soaked for you."
His fingers toyed with her entrance but never entered, dragging circles over her slick clit, just enough to drive her insane.
She moaned, desperate for more.
But Ezra didn't rush. He leaned forward and caught her lips in another kiss, hand still between her legs, controlling every trembling reaction of hers.
Then, she reached for him again, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft, stroking slowly.
A faint growl escaped him, a sound that rumbled in his throat and bled into her kiss.
His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. Skin to skin, need to need.
Her fingers tightened around him, continuing to stroke the length, feeling the smooth, hot skin.
Sage let out a soft moan against his lips, her body arching into his touch. She felt the heavy throb against her palm, a living, pulsing heat. Her gaze dropped—from his burning eyes, to his lips, then lower… to the thick heat pulsing in her hand.
The desire to take him, to feel him fill her once more completely, was a roaring fire in her veins.
Ezra pulled away from her mouth, a low sound of satisfaction escaping him. His gaze moved slowly over her body, drinking in her beauty, her flushed skin, her nipples still hard and inviting.
He lowered his head, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone, then trailing down to the valley between her breasts. With a soft groan of pure need, he took one of her perfect, swollen breasts into his mouth
.
Sage gasped, arching her back as his lips closed around her, drawing her in with a gentle suction. His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing, drawing, sending exquisite jolts of pleasure through her. He suckled deeply, creating a delicious pull that resonated through her entire core, making her toes curl. Her fingers dug into his hair, holding him closer, silently begging him not to stop.
The feeling was primal, consuming, a deep satisfaction that rooted itself in her feminine essence. He moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the same fervent attention, making her whimper with a desperate joy.
Ezra moved lower, his mouth still on her breast, tongue swirling, sucking. Sage writhed beneath him, every nerve alight, her body surrendering completely to the exquisite tug.
A desperate, needy sound tore from her throat. "I need you inside me, Zaeryn." she gasped, her voice thick with unfulfilled longing, a primal command.
He pulled back slowly, a string of warmth still clinging to his lips, a vivid red mark blooming on her pale skin. His eyes, dark and heavy with a desire that bordered on possession, locked onto hers. He saw the shimmering heat, the utter surrender in their violet depths.
"Okay, lie back," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, heavy with command.
Sage obeyed instantly, her breath shaky, her legs spreading wide on instinct, a silent, eager invitation. She was utterly open for him now, flushed from head to toe, glistening with a beautiful sheen of sweat and arousal, utterly ready.
Every inch of her seemed to tremble with anticipation.
Ezra climbed over her, one knee pressing into the soft mattress beside her hip, his powerful frame hovering above her. He reached down, his gaze fixed on her, and slowly, deliberately, he lined himself up.
The thick, throbbing head of his cock brushed against her slick, swollen folds, sending a fresh wave of shivers through her.