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So protective.
So hurt by the promise I couldn’t keep.
“It’s like you think I’m done,” he teases, that cruel mouth against my ear as my eyes flutter open, and I take a deep breath.
A lazy, sated smile tugs at my lips. “I know you better than that.”
“Yeah, you do,” he growls before reaching behind his head to strip the shirt from his body, the hard planes of his chest pressing to mine as I cup his cheeks with my hands and kiss him slowly, deeply, so fucking lovingly that we both go still for the duration of it.
Ezra struggles to break free of it so he can unbutton his jeans and push them down his muscular thighs.
I realize he’s still in his boots, too, but he doesn’t bother with all that, just shoves enough of his clothes out of the way to free his cock, his arm snaking around my back like a steel band.
Lifting me up as if I weigh nothing, he holds me in place above his lap, my knees spread open by his hips, and my body primed for him. I’m wiggling in his hold, begging him to let me sink down.
His mouth is against my ear again, his deep voice vibrating through me, wrecking me with each syllable, every movement of his lips, every hot exhalation against my skin.
“Tell me this is only for me. Lie if you have to.”
And those accusing words cut deep. He’s claiming me while hurting me. Calling me out for hurting him while also begging me to remember what I promised him beneath the stars.
And I am only his.
I am.
I am.
I am.
A hundred times over, I am, but I could never tell him. Never prove it. Never show him just how much I belonged to him.
Not without coming between him and Damon.
“It’s only for you,” I breathe out, my body trapped by his steel hold, my heart breaking and bleeding in my chest.
“Say it again.”
“Only for you,” I promise with more strength to my voice. “Just you, Ezra. Only you. Please...”
He goes silent for a few seconds, his arm tightening around me, the head of his cock pushing up between my legs as a tease.
Voice a low whisper, he shreds my soul apart.
“You have no idea how much I wish I could believe that.”
And then he drops me down onto his cock, the length filling me, the girth stretching me.
I cry out because it has been so long that my body wasn’t ready for how big he is, my heart isn’t ready forwhothis is, and my head screams a hundred times over that I hurt this man, that I walked away from him, that he’ll hurt me back when this is over.
We go still as my body adjusts to him, our eyes tangled together as my hands lock on his shoulders.
Here.
Now.
Like this.
We can pretend that all the barriers between us aren’t insurmountable and that we are allowed to be together.