“I’ll make you feel good. I’ll cleanse you.”
Kissing the top of my pelvis, his breath hit my clit, making me arch my back. Ezra would take the pain of my mistakes away. I’d never been entirely clean of my sins. But he was a second chance to right my wrongs. I wouldn’t push him away, I wouldn’t fight him. He would have me in every way possible, cleanse me, rectify my murderous soul.
He kissed my inner thighs teasingly, always an inch away from my aching core. He looked up at me, fervor swimming through his grey eyes. I bit my bottom lips, needing to feel his lips on me. The tip of his tongue flicked at the bead of my core, sending a sultry moan up my throat. He grinned. “What do you call me?”
I licked my lips before answering, “Father.”
Cannily, his mouth took a hold of my core. A moan
