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Ezra

Ezra stroked his thumb over Scarlett’s cheek, leaning in to steal a soft kiss. “You look tense.”

“I feel tense. Don’t get me wrong, this conversation was good, but it was a lot to take in.”

“I would very much like to make you feel better.” Ezra dropped his hand to her thigh, teasing up the exposed skin. “Let me take care of you.”

Their lips met, and Scarlett’s body slipped from the bed and melted into his lap.

He hummed, his mind so very much at ease.

Not just because of their conversation, but the whole day.

Starting with the way she hadn’t been ashamed of him in public, not even when wearing his scars openly for everyone to see.

His heart leapt at the thought that she felt safe with him and his dick hardened when he remembered how she’d shown him her alpha side.

Fuck, he wanted to see more of that. But not tonight. Tonight, his sole purpose was to make her feel good.

He cupped his hands around her ass, thumbing over the lace and standing with her in his arms. His weight pinned her on the mattress, his head angling to deepen the kiss. Scarlett arched into him, her pussy rubbing over his cock, easing the pressure yet leaving him wanting more .

With one arm supporting him beside her head, he slipped the other under the shirt she’d stolen from him. Her skin was hot and each touch he shared with her tingled—like it should with mates. If his research was correct, those electric sparks would stay with them for a lifetime.

“I will spoil you,” he promised, slipping his fingers under the thin lace bra. “Reward you for a perfect day with you.”

“Ezra,” she moaned and laced her fingers into his hair.

“That’s not my name, princess.”

“Prince,” she corrected, demanding for the kiss to continue.

Ezra ground into her, his thumb circling her nipple.

Scarlett tugged on his hair with one hand, his shirt with the other.

With one swift motion, he tossed the offending fabric aside and sat back on his heels.

She didn’t need him to tell her what to do, sitting up and throwing the t-shirt aside to reveal the matching lace set she’d chosen for him.

“Breathtaking,” he husked, fingers caressing over her stomach and side until they reached her bra and unclasped the hooks.

The moment he tugged it free, she sat up and revealed her beautiful breasts.

Before either of them could blink, Ezra’s mouth closed around her nipple, knocking her backwards to the mattress.

Her fingers twisted into his hair, her free hand finding purchase on his shoulder.

Ezra rested his weight on one arm, snaking the other between them to shove his jeans away and free his cock. He groaned into her pillowy flesh, sucking a moan from deep within her chest.

Fuck, he wanted her— needed her.

Too abruptly for her he sat up and stood. Scarlett watched with starry eyes and parted lips as he kicked his pants away and snatched supplies from the nightstand. By the time he climbed back onto the bed, Scarlett had shed her lace panties, lying completely bare for him.

He reached down, giving his cock one firm stroke and settling between her thighs, running his other through her pussy. “Such a pretty mess you are.”

“Just for you,” she panted, her hips rising to meet his fingers.

Drizzling lube over his fingers, he teased two inside her opening while his thumb found her clit. “And so tight too,” he hummed, stretching over to claim her lips again.

Once he’d worked her open with a third finger and her body begged for him to fuck her faster, he rolled the condom over his cock and lined himself up with her entrance.

He was slow at first so she could adjust, but unlike their first time she eased onto him much faster.

How often had she let Vince fuck her to take him this well?

Ezra banished that thought from his mind, slipping his free hand between them to find her clit.

The second he pressed down on her sensitive pearl and her walls contracted around him, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

He fed her his groans as he began to thrust, and her hips met him with each one.

Scarlett’s hands roamed his back, fingernails scraping thin red lines into his skin.

He didn’t need much from her, loving anything she gave him, even the slightest tickle made his insights melt—and his cock throb.

Scarlett writhed beneath him, crashing over the edge into her orgasm. She cried and pleaded, digging her nails into his skin, but he couldn’t stop yet. Ezra pumped into her hard and fast, using her climax to drive him towards his own.

He erupted, his legs shaking. In his mind, he painted the picture of filling her with his cum, knowing one day she would give him free reign to fuck her until she fell pregnant.

Once he’d ridden out the aftershocks, he collapsed onto the bed next to Scarlett, their chests heaving in time with each other. “I missed you, princess.”

She ducked under his arm, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his temple. “I missed you too, my prince.”

He gave himself a few minutes for his mind to return to earth and then pushed himself to sit on his heels. With a kiss to her forehead, he stood from the bed to dispose of the condom. “Would you like me to bring you a cloth?”

She shook her head, already pulling his shirt back over her head. “I can handle myself. But water would be good.”

He fetched them both a drink while Scarlett was in the bathroom and when she returned, he made her lie on her stomach.

He massaged her tense shoulders, spoiling her with kisses until she drifted off to sleep.

The day had been filled with deep and meaningful conversations, something he wasn’t used to.

Okay, maybe with Mateo, but it was different with her.

He found himself exhausted as well and once he laid beside her, he passed out.

They spent the next morning hiking, returning before lunch which gave them enough time to wander through the village and look for the appropriate candles for wax play.

He wasn’t picky, but he assumed that she might want something nice.

Maybe even scented ones to make the experience pleasant for her too.

Scarlett seemed nervous the entire way and once they were home, she unpacked their bags and retreated to the porch with her sketchbook. Buying the candles had clearly shaken her up, leaving him wondering if he’d pushed her too far.

He distracted himself by sorting through his weapons, not wanting Scarlett to feel smothered.

With so much silver around, he closed the door in the hopes that it created a better barrier between Scarlett and the weapons.

He made sure his blades were sharp and clean, while the guns were loaded and ready to go at any given time.

“Ezra?” she called from the living room.

He scrambled to his feet and rushed into the hallway. “Yes?”

“Can you come here please?”

When he stepped into the living room, he halted, a rose smell wrapping around him. She’d lit the candles, scattering them amongst pillows and blankets in front of the fireplace.

“I would like to try this now,” she said, smiling up at him. “If you are ready, of course.”

“I am.” Ezra forced himself to move slowly instead of throwing himself to her feet as he truly wanted to do.

“Is this comfortable for you?” she asked, her eyes insecurely darting around the romantic set up.

“It’s perfect.”

Her eyes beamed at him, and her lips curled into a beautiful smile. “I remembered it’s better to use unscented candles to avoid burns, if that is alright for you?”

“Of course it is.” He could see how nervous she was behind her smile, so he took her hands in his and tried to ease some of her anxiety. “What else would you like to know before you try anything?”

“I read that depending on the body part we choose it can be more intense than others, do you have any specific part in mind?”

“We can start on my back.”

“A larger surface and less likely for me to miss,” she laughed and nodded agreeingly.

“Exactly.”

“Do you have any hard limits?” Then she shook her head again, the smile not fading. “You probably have none.”

“I hate to disappoint but I would prefer it if I didn’t have to swallow or inhale any wax.”

Scarlett went slack-jawed. “That’s a thing?”

“Anything can be a thing , Scarlett.”

“Okay, so no consuming the wax.”

“And it’s a mess to get out of my hair.”

She nodded her understanding. “I’ll be careful.”

Ezra bit his lip, mulling over his next thought. He worried about voicing it, but he’d promised to stay honest with her. “If you were to use wax on my face at any point, I would prefer that you have my eyes covered.”

Scarlett paled. “I’ll make sure to remember that.”

“And for your safety, wax can splash.”

“Oh…” Scarlett looked down at the pretty dress she’d changed into once they’d returned home, and hastened to her feet. “Don’t move.”

A few moments later, she returned in more comfortable clothes: leggings and a tank top. “Stunningly beautiful as always,” he complimented, offering her a hand to guide her back down to the blankets.

“Would you like to lie down?” she asked nervously.

“We can always change positions if either of us feel the need.” He pulled a pillow closer and laid on his stomach next to her. “The higher up you hold the candle, the more the wax will cool before it hits my skin.”

“So, the closer I go, the more intense the sensation for you?”

“Yes.”

“And you will tell me when to stop?”

“I will. And you can stop at any time too. This is as much about your comfort as it is about mine.”

“Thank you. It really helps that you keep reminding me.”

“I’ll remind you of it every day of our lives.”

That made her laugh, and the light melody seemed to take some of the edge off.

He turned his head towards her while still lying comfortably on the pillow and blankets she’d provided.

With his entire body prickling for this new adventure, he watched her pick up a candle.

He didn’t dare move, nor did he utter a word as she focused on the candle and lifted it high over his back.

Time slowed as she tilted the candle to release the first drop.

The wax hit his skin and Ezra hissed, the sound turning to a deep, satisfied hum when the heat of the wax seeped into his skin.

She let out a long breath and traced the hardening wax on his spine. “How was that?”

“Good,” he groaned.

“You must think I’m a scaredy cat.”

“Scarlett, look at me.” He knew how much she loved her name rolling off his lips and it did exactly what he wanted. Her eyes found his, and he had her undivided attention. “I think you are very brave to try something new with me.”

She visibly soaked up his words and then looked at the candle in her hand. “Would you like me to try it closer this time?”

“I would love that very much.”

He closed his eyes, letting the sensation surprise him this time. He groaned when the warm wax prickled on his skin, drawing the sound out when more splattered on his shoulder blades. There was no pain, just warmth tingling through him as Scarlett tested her own limits.

The next drop was hot, and he couldn’t help the lazy smile forming on his face, when her thumb caressed the skin around the hardening wax. Scarlett was becoming more comfortable with each second.

“I feel silly asking how you are doing,” she admitted, fingering over each hardened patch of wax.

“You’re not silly. You are doing a good job. I might have a high tolerance, and you asking me despite that makes me feel good. Special even.”

Then, Scarlett surprised him with a kiss between his shoulder blades.

He melted in a way that rivalled the candles surrounding them and when she continued to experiment with the wax and her own limits, it just made the high even more enjoyable.

There was no pain—he was too desensitised—but he found solace in giving himself up to Scarlett—in making him hers .

When she shifted again, he opened his eyes and saw her set the candle aside. “Have you had enough?” he asked, his voice lulling.

Scarlett smiled and nodded, lying down beside him and resting her cheek on a pillow to look at him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good,” she admitted with a dreamy, satisfied smile.

“How did you feel about the experience?”

He could practically see the gears turning in Scarlett’s mind as she tried to form her thoughts into words.

“I was really nervous. First about asking you questions yesterday and then telling you about my research. It became easier when you reassured me that this was as much about me as it was about you. I know you are used to so much more, but for me the thought of hurting you is so scary, even though I know you don’t mind—that you want it.

” Her face turned a hot red, and her smile faded into a grin.

“I was a little scared of what to expect because when I looked it up a lot of dungeon stuff came up with other things that I’d rather unsee. ”

He chuckled and reached out to brush a loose strand of hair out of her face.

“But I liked this. It was intimate in a very sweet and soft way that I didn’t expect.”

“It’s not all about sex.”

“I get that now and I’m glad about it.”

“So,” he carefully started as if one wrong word would pop the protective bubble on their intimate experience. “Is it something you would like to do again?”

“I can see us doing it again. How did you feel?”

“Safe and sound.”

Scarlett closed her eyes, keeping the smile on her face even after she drifted off to sleep.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised.

This was a lot for her. Experiences like this were draining and she had all the fear and inexperience to make it even more intense.

She’d probably been overthinking it all for days.

He stayed by her side and even though he was useless in the kitchen, he helped her as much as he could once she woke up for something to eat.

The alone time with her felt precious and Ezra planned to cherish every second he could, knowing that it would allow their relationship to blossom into something more.