Ezra seems shocked for a second before moving closer, gripping my thigh hooked around his waist and lifting it higher. "Careful Little One, my self-control isn't that good," he groans next to my ear, making me shiver. He grinds himself against me, and I gasp when his erection presses against me.
He laughs at my reaction at first, then groans like a starving man in need of dinner. He kisses my lips, then my jaw and he nips at my throat.
I lose myself to the sensations and moan against him. I arch against the bed, giving him access to more of my throat. Every kiss and touch burns into my mind. I never want it to stop, I don't know what's wrong with me and at this point I don't care.
His tongue darts out and he licks a swirling pattern against my neck before sucking on it. Teeth graze me b
