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Chapter 17

EZEKIEL

M y fingers dig into her bony hips. My steel cock straining against my pants from her teasing. Her chest is heaving, her breaths uncontrolled as I slide my hand up from her hip to her chest, feeling for her heart. Its beats are wild and frenzied beneath her luminous skin, keeping time with my own as I kiss her frantically. My hand smooths down, then up to feel her warmth beneath the annoying, bunched-up dress, doing little to hide her lithe, petite body from me. I push back, breathing heavily, and then grip the useless fabric, silently asking her permission to remove it.

She stirs beneath me, and I pull further back, offering her enough room to sit up. She raises her arms, the graceful motion stirring something hot and feral deep within me. I tug the scratchy fabric over her head and then toss it to the side.

Airlie glows before me, commanding and contrasting in the shadows. Every part of her draws my gaze, anchoring me in the stillness of this cave. Her long hair catches in the dim moonlight, the color of bloodshed now that it’s fully dry. She pushes it back behind her slender shoulders, fully baring herself to me.

I take this moment to stand, reaching for the button on my pants and unfastening it as she stares up at me wide-eyed. Her mouth opens slightly as she watches, transfixed on my movements.

I’ve never cared about being naked before. My life had desensitized me long before I ever knew that nakedness could ever be considered sacred. But standing here before the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, even though I am half cloaked in darkness, I feel raw.

Vulnerable.

Not in a way that has me itching to cover myself, but in a way that feels like I have just laid bare the fragile parts of me, the parts you can’t see with your eyes. Airlie is the only one who has ever had the power to make me feel this way.

Savage and untamed, yet cut open and fragile.

Like a wild creature that will only submit to one master.

My life wasn’t spared for me to just waste it by chasing down a fool's path. Though, that is exactly how Titan would see this.

My jaw tightens, and I grind my teeth at that thought.

Titan isn’t here.

Airlie is.

And she’s sitting before me, delicate and trusting, pinning me with a stare that I feel all the way to my bones.

She makes me believe that I am worthy of more than just love. She makes me believe that I am worthy of life. A life I didn’t know I wanted or needed until I imagined it with her. Before she saved me, I was a burning match yearning for something to set ablaze.

Destructive .

Dark.

And while I still hear the darkness swimming in my bloodstream call to me, begging me to unleash it, I refuse to believe this will all end in flames. That the metaphorical fire that Airlie and I have built together won’t burn us alive. Because for once in my godforsaken life, my tortured soul feels free.

I kick off my pants, the chains echoing throughout the cave with each movement, and I stare down at my beautiful siren. Her curious blue-green eyes take me in before she stands, moving closer to me. A silent gesture, telling me she wants this.

Wants me.

I reach for her, my hands cupping the sides of her captivating face, looking down into her eyes before she launches at me, her lips finding mine in the shadows.

“Airlie,” I whisper her name against her lips.

A promise, I decide, as she takes charge, commanding me.

I let her.

This thing we share is unique.

Incomparable.

Meaningful .

And I know she feels the same way I do. We have given ourselves over and over and over again to monsters unworthy of our innocence. But this, this is for ourselves. No one else. And if she finds her power, lost in these moments with me, who am I to deny her?

She kisses me feverishly. Sinking her tongue into my mouth. Her desperation is unveiled as she runs her slender fingers through my hair, then down my neck and across the broadness of my shoulders, back up to grip my neck. Airlie holds me tighter, her lips never leaving mine as she claims me for herself. Our chests press together, craning my neck to reach her as I slide my tongue over hers, lightly sucking on it.

She tastes like pure fucking sunshine as I take her bottom lip in my mouth and bite down on it tenderly. She leans back a little, breaking our kiss, before trailing her fingers down the length of my arms and reaching for my hands. She draws a circle pattern on each of my palms, held out between us. Her smile, faint in the dark, is soft, making my heart skip a beat and leaving me weak in the knees.

“I've never kissed anyone before,” she whispers, unsure.

She's worried I will judge her for this. But it does the total opposite as my chest grows tighter with a feeling I have never felt before.

“Never?” I ask for some stupid reason. I know she isn’t lying, but I find myself craving the reassurance that I am the only one who has tasted her lips.

“Never. You are the only,” she says, and I understand her unsure, unfinished sentence. There's a double meaning there. I am the only one she has kissed. But I'm also her only. The only one she wants.

“I am gonna need you to tell me, Airlie. Tell me the things you show me. I need your voice.” Crave her voice, but I don't say that part out loud.

“You are the only one. The only one I have wanted. I don't want, have never w-wanted, anyone else before you,” she whispers, looking down at my scarred chest. Her words may be slightly uncertain, but the way she hides her eyes from me shows me that she means them.

I tilt her chin with my thumb and index finger, not wanting her to hide from me. “Don't ever be ashamed of how you feel, Little Siren. Your thoughts, your feelings, are everything to me,” I say before pressing my lips softly against hers for one more kiss, and then I pull back. I reach for her hands, the chains rattling around us forgotten as she bites her bottom lip. “I want to taste you,” I almost beg before pulling her over to the stone wall. It's darker now. The moonlight is long gone as I gently lean her against the wall. “The ground is rough. I want you to be comfortable,” I whisper, guiding her back.

“Can I sit down? P-please?” she asks in a hurry, and I don't question it, but I sense that there's something about being against a wall she doesn't like. Noted . I push aside the rage coiling in my stomach, not wanting to spoil this moment I have with her.

“You can sit wherever you like, baby,” I reply. Her shadow shifts in front of me as she sits upright, her back flush against the stone.

“I like it when you call me that,” she says, a hint of a smile lacing her raspy tone.

“Oh, yeah?” I ask shyly before kneeling in front of her. I reach out, each hand resting on her knees as my fingers slowly dance across her delicate skin. “I want you in my mouth, Airlie. I want to taste your sweet pussy until you see stars,” I say, and she gasps. “Unless you don't want me to?”

“No. I want you to. I j-just…” her voice trails off, searching for the right words to say before continuing, “I can't imagine that it would feel good.”

“I promise, baby girl, it does. But if you don't want to try it, we can do something else?—”

“I want your mouth on me, Ezekiel,” she says, orders, and it only makes my hard cock twitch in anticipation. I want her like I've never wanted anything else, but I know that deep down, she needs this.

She needs to feel beautiful.

Worshiped.

She needs to know that this is her body, no one else's, and that she calls the fucking shots here. The little voice in my head that says her body is mine is overpowered by the wish for her to be her own before she can ever be anyone else's.

She will always get a choice with me.

I lean into her closer. My knees biting into the jagged ground between her parted legs as I kiss her. I trail my hands from her knees to her hips, then smooth them over the skin on her sides.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“I'm sure of you,” she whispers in response, and it's all I can do not to claim her right now against this wall. I want to make this good for her. I want her to see that not all touches are bad. That you don't always have to feel ugly when you're with someone like this. Because, for years, I had wished for the same revelation. That one day, sex would have meaning, and I feel like I have found that meaning with her.

I trail my tongue down her neck and across her skin to her ear. Pulling her lobe into my mouth. My breath is warm against her salty skin, and she shudders beneath me, leaning closer to my body. I kiss down her neck, then to her pronounced collarbone. Kissing a path down to the curve of her right breast.

My mouth hovers above her nipple, blowing warm circles on her skin teasingly. She leans up, pushing her breast closer to my face.

She wants this.

She wants me.

I smile, taking the hint, then swirl my tongue around the hardness of her nipple before sucking it gently into my mouth. She gasps, her hand finding my hair, fisting it tightly, but I don't flinch. I'll take whatever pain she wants to give me. I move to her other breast, then shift my body back, granting myself room to trail my tongue along her stomach, to her navel, then lower, caressing the skin above her pussy.

“Are you wet for me, Little Siren?” I ask, reluctantly removing my mouth from her body.

“W-what?” she replies, dazed and confused, completely caught up in the moment.

“If I take your sweet pussy in my mouth, will I taste your need for me?”

“Y-yes,” she says before I shift my body lower. The rocks scrape my knees and shins, but I don't give a fuck. Right now, this woman, my woman, has my full attention.

I trace soft kisses lower but pause when I realize that she's completely bare. I raise an eyebrow, though I decide that questioning it would be a bad idea. There's only one reason she'd be free of pubic hair, and that thought makes me want to rip the jugular from those fucking pieces of shit’s throats.

I push those thoughts aside and smooth my hands over the backs of her thighs, guiding her knees up over my shoulders, silently instructing her to rest her legs there. Once she’s comfortable, I trail featherlight touches along her hip, then slide my hand gently across her concave stomach, freeing my other hand.

I breathe her in. Her sweet, irresistible scent has my cock seeking friction, but this isn’t about me. I run my tongue along her center, licking light, purposeful circles, along her slickness, before closing my lips around her clit, and sucking. I move my tongue lower, desire driving me to taste all of her, but I pull back when I taste blood.

“Airlie, you’re bleeding,” I say as a courtesy because unless she tells me she no longer wants this, I’m not stopping for anything. A little blood isn’t going to hold me back. She stiffens, her legs tightening on my shoulders, and she starts apologizing before I can tell her that it’s okay.

“I—I am sorry, Ezekiel. I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” she says almost frantically. She tries to remove her legs, but I gently stop her.

“It’s okay, Little Siren. It’s just a bit of blood,” I say, pulling her to my mouth again, showing her that I want this.

“You don’t think I’m dirty? Barren?” If I wasn’t a murderer before now, I sure as hell would be after hearing her say that.

Barren?

What the fuck is going on with these people? How could anyone believe that a woman’s period made her dirty? Not only that, how could anyone brainwash a woman into thinking that not being pregnant was bad? Careful not to let her see my inner fury, I look up at her. Her features are hidden within the shadows, but her chest's rapid rise and fall tells me she’s afraid.

“How can something that tastes this good ever be dirty, baby?” A second later, I drive my tongue deep into her pussy, before bringing my free hand up and trailing soft touches along her wet warmth until she’s shaking against me.

“Oh God, please!” she cries out, breathlessly. Her body quivering with need as she reaches out, gripping a fist full of my hair.

“Baby, when my face is between your legs, the only devil you answer to is me. Not your sick and broken God,” I growl. She shifts as if she’s nodding. “Your words, Little Siren,” I command.

“Yes, Ezekiel,” she replies before pulling my face into her pussy. I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing up and down as her hips buck against my tongue. I pull away slightly, leaving enough room for me to move as I plunge a finger inside of her, giving her a minute before adding another. I gently work her cunt, pulling my fingers in and out slowly before driving them back in knuckles deep.

“Ezekiel!” she holds back a scream as I finger her faster, leaning up on my elbow so I can work her deeper. “M-more!” she begs, sending a wave of pleasure across my own body. The warmth of her pussy has me drunk, and I can only imagine what it would feel like when I finally bury my hard cock inside her.

I twist my hand upright, fingering her faster now, brushing that sweet spot as her legs shake over my shoulders. I pull her throbbing clit into my mouth, my fingers working overtime as she comes. Soaking my hand and face.

Airlie’s blood coats my tongue.

I am dripping with her.

This is the best fucking day of my life.

Her breathing is erratic as I watch the outline of her frame slump back against the stone, completely spent, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful, even if the darkness is hiding her face from me.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” I praise. Moving up her body so that my face is in line with hers, the chains brushing against our connected skin, though I do my best to pretend that the fucking things aren’t there at all.

“I never—” she rasps, clearing her throat. “I’ve never felt that before,” she whispers.

“Get used to it, baby. Cause I plan to make you feel that way for as long as you’ll let me,” I reply, brushing my nose against her delicate skin. My face is smeared with her blood and arousal, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she presses soft kisses against my lips, her tongue exploring, tasting herself on me.

I draw in a deep breath, groaning as her tongue slides along the corner of my lips, then into my mouth. I close around it, sucking it lightly before we are a mix of breaths and hands. Need courses through each of our veins, like an electric current, driving us closer to each other. Chains rattle against skin and stone, and I move to sit with my back against the wall, rolling her onto my lap as I go. She straddles me, rubbing her pussy along my rigid cock, my hands on her hips, guiding her back and forth.

Her mouth is still on mine as she takes what she wants from me. Like a radiant goddess, her power lay bare to me in the shadows, and I, a helpless mortal, simply unable to resist.

“I w-want you, Ezekiel,” she says hesitantly, and it’s music to my ears.

“Are you sure, baby? Only say yes if this is what you truly want,” I whisper, tilting her chin up to meet my eyes.

Even though it’s dark, if I sense the slightest trace of uncertainty, I’ll stop.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life as I am of you, Ezekiel,” she says, emotion lacing her soft yet raspy voice, and all bets are off as I slam my lips to hers.

I can’t seem to keep my mouth off her as she writhes against me, still in my lap. My little siren doesn’t waste any fucking time as she pushes me back and elevates herself a little before taking my cock into her hand and lining it up with her dripping pussy. Her eyes meet mine, I can’t see them, but I know that she’s gazing at me as she slowly sinks down on my cock, until she’s completely filled with me.

She moves above me, her whimpers sending me completely feral as I thrust up into her, matching her rhythm as she grinds against my cock. She moans louder now, and I groan as she squeezes my shoulders, clenching her pussy tighter around me. Our heavy breaths echo through the cave, and for the first time since being here, I’m thankful the waves are loud enough to drown us out.

“That’s it, ride me harder, baby,” I plead, grabbing her hips as she does.

“ Oh my,” she says, her voice breathy and filled with desire, driving me fucking insane. She’s taking charge, giving herself fully to me, and, fuck , if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

“ I want… more ,” she asks, no , begs, shyly. I shift, moving down the wall a little and she slows her movements.

“Lay down on me, baby. That’s it. Hold onto me,” I command. Her chest is flush with my own as I raise my hips, thrusting up into her harder.

“Please. Oh, please don’t s-stop !” she cries, and I savor the way she grips around me so perfectly, like we are made for each other.

I reach for the back of her hair possessively, gripping it in my hand, and I pull her head away from my neck to taste her.

I need to kiss her.

I need every part of her body on mine.

The moment her lips meet mine, she comes undone. Her release and blood coat my cock as I thrust into her harder, faster. Tremors flow through her body above me, her slick walls gripping me tighter before I bury myself into her one last time. I spill inside her, filling her up with her name on my lips as the edges of my eyes blur.

This woman saved me, chained me to a wall in some cave in the middle of the ocean. Cared for me, fed me, mended me.

That last thought is what cuts me the most.

She mended me. Not in a physical sense. In a way that I didn’t know was possible. She showed me her strength on day one. How she could walk through fucking hellfire, each and every single day, yet still make the time to care for an asshole nobody like me. And somehow, that healed whatever was broken within me. And suddenly, I wanted to live.

For her.

I do not deserve her.

Airlie’s heart is pure.

Mine is tainted.

And I’m still getting over the shock of feeling anything at all, let alone realizing that I am falling in love with her.

Love.

That is what this is.

The endless wanting, needing, her around me all the damn time. I am halfway bored every other fucking minute, but that has nothing to do with it. I’ve never wanted anyone around me before. Not ever. Which is why I was okay with being alone. My life wasn’t set up for a lover. I’ve seen love ripped away with bare, bloodied hands, and I wouldn’t survive it.

I wouldn’t survive losing Airlie.