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Ezekiel

The first rays of morning sunlight filter through the curtains, pulling me from a deep sleep. Eve’s warm body is pressed against mine, her curves molded perfectly to my chest and hips. Her silky nightgown has ridden up during the night, exposing the smooth skin of her thigh.

Desire stirs in my groin as memories of last night flood back—her desperate moans, the way she begged for my cock, how perfectly tight she felt around me. My morning wood throbs against her ass, and I have to resist the urge to grind against her.

She makes a soft sound in her sleep and snuggles closer, her hand tightening where it rests on my forearm. The innocent gesture only fuels my arousal. Her scent envelops me—a mix of vanilla, sex, and something uniquely Eve that drives me wild.

I trail my fingers along her exposed thigh, savoring the silky smoothness of her skin. She shivers in her sleep, and goosebumps rise under my touch. Her breath hitches slightly but she doesn’t wake.

Fuck, I want her. The possessive need to claim her again burns through my veins. To mark her, fill her, make her cry out my name as she comes undone. My cock aches with the desire to bury myself deep inside her wet heat.

But I force myself to stay still, content for now to simply hold her. To feel the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, the steady thrum of her heartbeat against my chest. These quiet moments of peace are precious—especially given the storm that’s coming.

The fierce need to protect her, to keep her safe and close, threatens to overwhelm me. I press my face into her hair, breathing her in, letting her presence calm the predator that prowls beneath my skin.

My Eve. My woman. My wife. Mine to protect, mine to pleasure, mine to cherish.

She stirs, making another of those soft sleeping sounds that go straight to my cock. I tighten my arm around her waist, pulling her more firmly against me as desire pulses through my body.

I can’t resist touching her any longer. My hand slides up her side, beneath the thin silk of her nightgown, until I cup her breast. Her nipple pebbles against my palm as I gently knead the soft flesh. Fuck, she’s perfect—the weight of her tit filling my hand just right.

A quiet moan escapes her lips as I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her body responds even in sleep, pressing back against my hard cock. The friction makes my breath catch.

I continue my gentle exploration, massaging her breast with slow, purposeful movements. Her skin is so damn soft, like silk beneath my calloused fingers. I love how responsive she is, how her body arches into my touch even as she hovers between sleep and waking.

My other hand slides up to cup her neglected breast, giving it the same attention. Both nipples stand at stiff peaks now as I alternate between light pinches and soothing circles. Her breathing grows heavier, punctuated by those little sighs that drive me crazy.

Eve shifts in my arms, pressing her thighs together as she starts to wake. A soft “mmm” escapes her throat. My cock twitches. Her core heats against my thigh and knowing she’s getting wet from my touch makes me throb with need.

I keep my movements slow and gentle, savoring each small reaction as she gradually wakes.

With a growl of pure need, I grip Eve’s hips and flip her onto her back in one swift motion. Her surprised gasp sends a thrill of satisfaction through me as I pin her beneath my larger frame. Her emerald eyes are heavy-lidded with desire as she stares up at me, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

“Arms up.” I command. She complies immediately, raising her arms above her head. The sight of her submission makes my cock throb.

I grab the hem of her silk nightgown and slowly drag it up her body, savoring each inch of exposed skin. Her breath hitches as the cool air hits her nipples, already hard peaks thanks to me. When I reach her arms, I carefully work the garment over her head but don’t remove it completely.

Instead, I twist the silky fabric around her wrists, binding them together above her head. The dark material contrasts beautifully with her pale skin. She tests the restraint with a gentle tug, and finding herself bound, lets out a soft whimper that again goes straight to my groin.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, sitting back to admire the view. She’s spread out before me like an offering—all creamy skin and lush curves. Her breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath, her nipples begging for my attention. A flush spreads across her chest and up her neck, making her look deliciously debauched.

The sight of her bound and vulnerable beneath me ignites something primal. Mine. The word pounds through my bloodlike a drumbeat. She’s mine to touch, mine to taste, mine to pleasure until she’s screaming my name.

Eve arches slightly, testing her bonds again as she squirms under my heated gaze. The movement makes her breasts bounce, and I have to clench my fists to maintain control. The urge to devour her is almost overwhelming.

I lean down, dragging my tongue across her collarbone before capturing one taut nipple between my lips. She arches beneath me with a gasp as I suck hard, flicking my tongue across the sensitive peak. Her breasts are perfect handfuls, and I can’t resist squeezing one roughly as I lavish attention on the other with my mouth.

“Zeke,” she whimpers, as I graze my teeth across her nipple. The sound of my name on her lips sends a jolt of desire straight to my cock.

I switch to her other breast, biting down just hard enough to make her cry out before soothing the sting with my tongue. Her skin tastes like salt and sweetness, addictive as any drug. I alternate between gentle licks and sharp nips, drinking in every breathy moan and desperate whimper.

“Please,” she begs, arching up to press her breast more firmly against my mouth. “Oh god, please.”

I growl against her skin, sucking hard marks around her nipples.

Mine.

Every purple bruise is a brand of ownership, a visible claim that she belongs to me. Her breath comes in short pants now as I work her into a frenzy with lips and teeth and tongue.