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“Only mine,” he whispers.
I nod my head in answer.
“Don’t bother promising that,” he says on a grin that is as sharp as the words he uses to cut me open. “I would hate for you to break it again.”
A tear escapes my eye as he tightens his arm and directs my body over him, helping me ride his cock as I shatter apart.
It’s a wet, hard slap of skin against skin, a cold fury as he uses my body to get us both off.
There are no more words, not while we’re kissing like we hate each other, my nails raking down his back, his teeth catching my bottom lip as I’m bounced up and down until his cock is somehow driven deeper than before.
This is primal. Raw. Utterly and completely instinct driven as we move together like one.
His breath is hot against my ear, every beat of it matching the way we fuck, his fingers leaving bruises on my hips.
It isn’t long before another orgasm unfurls inside me, a pressure building low that slowly expands.
My muscles tense as I prepare for the violence of this explosion and as I cry for the man who’s driving it through me.
When it takes hold, my mouth falls open on his name alone, my nails digging into his skin and my pussy clenching so damn hard, he curses under his breath while still moving me in a punishing rhythm.
I explode again into a million tiny pieces, an entire galaxy behind my clenched eyes, my body nothing more than carnal sensation.
The movement doesn’t stop until I’m liquid again, my cheek pressed to his shoulder as I melt against his chest.
Pressing a kiss against my temple, Ezra whispers, “You’ve always come so sweetly, Em. I’ve never felt anything else like it.”
He’s not done. Nowhere close. But now that he’s wrecked me thoroughly, he won’t apologize for taking what’s his.
Ezra shoves me forward until my back is to the mattress, then he moves between my legs, one arm shoving my legs apart as his hips slam against me with a punishing force, his cock driving deeper, and faster and harder.
I’m helpless but to accept it.
This feral man.
This sensual violence that only he can give.
It hurts as much as it feels good.
It’s as vicious as it is seductive.
My body is pushed up the bed as his hand grabs my ass and lifts my hips so that he can go even deeper with every aggressive thrust.
I’m lost to him by the time I can feel a familiar tension, my eyes flicking open to see the sweat that slides down his chest.
Reaching up, I press my palm to his cheek, his eyes snapping to mine as if hating me for it.
Still, he doesn’t stop, his voice a tight wire when he says, “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”
One nod of my head and he thrusts deeper one more time, his cock somehow thicker, Ezra coming so hard inside that I can feel every pulsing throb.
His head drops forward, and I run my hands through the sweat damp strands as he peppers quick kisses on my chest, my neck, my shoulders.
As quick as it left, the tension is back between us, our bodies relaxed, but our hearts jaded.
Ezra’s amber stare catches mine, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“And we can’t do that,” he jokes, bringing us back to the rules again.