Page 25 of I see you Beauty

“Was that a hiss? I want to hear you roar, little lioness,” he murmurs against my heated skin.

I want to say something back, rip his head off, and push him away from me once and for all, but Ezra doesn’t even give me the chance. As soon as I’ve gathered myself to hurl all the insults I can think of at him, he grabs my neck, presses me against him, and his soft lips collide with mine.

My head is spinning, and I can’t make sense of all the thoughts and emotions I’m drowning in, let alone understand them. As soon as his soft lips touch mine, I’m not just wax in his hands; my emotions change, too. Anger turns into passion, and disappointment into a burning fire that cannot be contained. In a matter of seconds, it sets my entire body on fire.

I am on fire. Burning brightly—only because of him. Ezra King, a young man who shouldn’t make me feel like this. And yet he does.

My arms wrap around his neck as if of their own accord. Just as my tongue plays with him as he enters my mouth, I can’t stop it; I can’t do anything about the desire for him and the violent throbbing in my belly.

Ezra pushes me against the nearest wall, presses my back against the varnished wood, and absorbs me entirely with his presence, kisses, and touch. His hand, rough from work, runs slowly from my cheek down my neck to over my collarbone. His mouth is raiding mine, and his steely body pressed firmly against mine clouded my senses.

As he caresses my breasts over my thin summer dress and then grips and kneads them firmly the next moment, I gasp into his mouth and lean toward his hand. I want more, so much more. Everything inside me longs for him, and I can no longer extinguish this voice, this desire, and this fire inside me. I want you, Ezra King!

That’s why I can’t keep my fingers to myself anymore and run them under his shirt. I devoutly trace his many—and, above all—damn pronounced abdominal muscles. I swallow hard as I realize how fit Ezra’s body really is. The sight and feel of his powerful physique are worlds apart. And I want to see more of this forbidden world, but above all, I want to taste it.

Our kisses become more and more passionate. His hand, which continues to knead my breast vigorously, drives me crazy, and I can feel my wetness dampen my panties. I want nothing more than for his fingers to slide into my wet heat. My panting becomes uncontrollable, and my entire body trembles. Then I feel it, his other hand, as it finally moves under my dress and caresses my naked thighs with an agonizing calmness. It’s almost like air caressing me. I can barely feel it, and yet it drives me crazy.

When he reaches my panties, Ezra hums deeply against my lips as he feels my wetness through the fabric. This sound gives me goosebumps; it’s so incredibly sexy that I can’t help myself. I grab his belt with both hands and try to undo it. But before I can even reach for the buckle, Ezra grabs both my hands and pins my wrists against the wall with just one hand above my head.

Breathlessly, he pulls away from my lips and looks at me with eyes clouded with lust. His typical grin slides across his soft lips.

“Roar for me, little lioness,” he breathes before he kisses me again, and at that moment, I feel his fingers as they slowly slide into my panties.

I close my eyes and willingly push my core toward him because I finally want to feel him inside me. But Ezra only gently caresses my folds without pushing them apart. He drives me mad, and I bite his lip out of frustration.

He interrupts our kiss with a grin and looks at me while gently caressing me. I bite down hard on my lower lip and plead with my gaze for him to touch me properly because I’m sure I’m about to combust otherwise.

“So impatient,” he murmurs, and his grin grows even bigger when he sees my blazing gaze.

Then he parts my folds with his fingers and makes me moan. He groans when he realizes how wet I already am for him. And he hasn’t touched me yet, which makes my body quiver even more.

Ezra looks at me as I enjoy his fingers gliding through my folds and playing with my throbbing clit. Again and again, I have to close my eyes in pleasure and bite my lip to stop myself from moaning unrestrainedly. I rub my core against his hand, intensifying his touch with every move.

Suddenly, Ezra pushes two fingers into my tightness. I can’t hold on any longer and moan loudly. Leaning my head back against the wall and pressing my core against him, I stand here and let this young god finger me out of my mind. Holy mother, how good will it feel when you’re not using your fingers…

As he curls his fingers at the right angle inside me, I moan in pleasure and shock at the same time and look at him in disbelief.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” I whisper.

Ezra grins darkly as he carefully pulls his fingers out of my tightness, and I feel empty instantly. He holds his fingers, glistening with my wetness, between us before brushing them against my lips. He spreads my wetness on my lips before pushing his fingers into my mouth. I lick and suck on them automatically, tasting myself and letting the sensation intoxicate me.

“Let me taste you,” he growls excitedly, pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and kisses me ravenously. Ezra dominates this kiss, as well as every fiber of my being.

His hand moves back between my already soaking-wet thighs, and with a powerful thrust, he plunges two fingers inside me once more and fucks me with fast and demanding thrusts of his hand. In combination with his tongue dominating my mouth, he brings me closer and closer to the edge, and I moan into his mouth. I push myself rhythmically against his hand as if he were fucking me with his cock, and right now, I want nothing more than for him to do just that.

But Ezra only grants me his fingers, which he thrusts faster into my tightness in a curved position, and his thumb, which massages my clit more intensely by the second.

“Come for me, Beauty,” he mumbles in my ear, and I climax as soon as he has uttered these words.

He swallows my unrestrained moans with his kisses. My whole body trembles and shakes before the fireworks explode inside me, catapulting me into another dimension. Fireworks, and it’s all because of his fingers! Damn…

Breathless, I look up at him and feel the orgasm that I shouldn’t have had gradually subside. The throbbing and twitching slowly sets in. Then it hits me: the realization, followed by disillusionment. What have I done?

“Breathe, Beauty,” his deep voice calls me back to the present, and I look into his eyes, startled.

He carefully pulls his fingers out of me and releases my wrists before resting his hands on the wood next to my head, still holding me in place. His gaze is gentle and understanding as if he already knows about the little nervous breakdown I’m about to have, even though it hasn’t even happened yet.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I whisper chokingly because the thick lump in my throat doesn’t allow any more words.

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