Page 61 of Run of Ruin

Ezra and I had slipped into a quiet, unspoken rhythm. Every morning, without fail, he’d appear in the kitchen as if summoned by my presence. We didn’t exchange many words, we didn’t need to. The silence was comfortable, stretched soft between us. He’d move around me with that crooked, knowing smirk, his eyes lingering a little too long, and I’d pretend not to notice the way my pulse kicked up every time our shoulders brushed or our hands grazed reaching for the same pan.

There hadn’t been a repeat of that night in the hallway after the party… not yet. But it hovered between us, thick and electric in the quiet moments. In the glint of his gaze when I bit my lip. In the drag of his hand along the counter when I passed too close. We were both waiting. For what, I wasn’t sure. A safer moment, or maybe a more reckless one.

And maybe, selfishly, I was waiting to figure out how to tell him about my night with Zaffir when his eyes feasted on my core as I pleasured myself to his words. Or maybe about how a sinful part of me also wanted Briar and Thorne to kiss me in the heat of the trial too. About how messy and tangled my heart had become inside this chaos. I knew it wasn’t fair tohim. I owed him honesty before either of us reached for something more.

This morning though, when I padded into the kitchen on bare feet, the space was empty. A small, selfish sigh of relief and disappointment left me. I made my way to the cabinet, reaching up on tiptoe for my favorite mug. The silk of my nightdress whispered up my thighs as cool air brushed higher against my skin.

And then, the warmth of a body at my back.

A firm chest pressed against me, trapping me between him and the counter. A hand reached past mine to pluck the mug from the shelf, and his hips pressed flush against my barely-covered backside. I gasped, my body going rigid and then trembling, goosebumps erupting along my arms.

“Morning,” Ezra’s voice rasped in my ear, low and rough from sleep. It sent a shiver down my spine, and my thighs clenched involuntarily, heat blooming low in my belly.

He set the mug down in front of me, but didn’t step back. I swallowed hard, feeling the question hanging unspoken in the air between us.

Maybe we weren’t waiting anymore.

“Good morning,” I replied, breathlessly, trying to turn in his arms, but he kept me pinned there.

“What’s for breakfast?” He asked, but his tone was deep, dark, promising.

“I.. uh… haven’t chosen yet.” I replied, flustered and heated. My cheeks were hot with anticipation.

“Hmmm, well, you look delicious,” he said, brushing his nose against the column of my throat, drawing a downright vulgar moan from my lips. “Maybe I should have a taste.”

Wetness pooled in my core, and I instinctively arched my backside against him, he groaned, his hardened cock pressed against me.

With a flat hand, he applied light pressure on the space between my shoulder blades, forcing me to bend over the counter. My breasts pressed against the hard surface and the move only jutted my ass into him even more, and we both released satisfied sounds at the friction. I was folded completely across the counter, my cheek pressed against the cool marble countertop, and I felt his hands slip to my hips, gripping me like his life depended on it.

I needed to tell him about Zaffir, Briar and Thorne. Needed to tell him I wasn’t sure if I could choose just one of them, but the words died in my throat as I felt him lower himself to his knees behind me. His breath dusted over my thighs and the minute his fingers hooked in my panties and pulled them down my legs, I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to speak again.

I felt his breath dance across my now exposed pussy, which I knew was glistening with wetness. Then his tongue swiped through my wetness and I bucked into the counter.

Ezra groaned with appreciation as he dove his tongue in through my folds again, and the vibration was deadly. I felt my fingers try to dig into the countertop beside me, but I couldn’t find a grip.

He flattened his tongue, pressing it deep inside of me and then gently flicked it, reaching desperate parts of me with even more desperate parts of him. His fingers trailed up my legs until one found my clit and pressed down in soft commanding circles as his tongue continued to slide through my center like a ravenous man.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I remembered, Bex,” he whispered against my core, pressing gentle teasing kisses to the sensitive skin that surrounded my soaked folds as his finger continued its slow, sensual circles on my clit.

I pressed my hips back, searching for him again. Needinghim to bring me to the mountaintop and jump with me over the edge.

“This is mine,” Ezra growled before diving back in with ferocious, feral licks, working in tandem with his fingers to bring me to an absolute blissful moment of tension.

But my mind was screaming at me through the haze of pleasure. He thinks I’m his, and I need to tell him now…

“Ezra,’ I forced out, as he slid a finger into my pussy along with his tongue. The fucking bastard really knew how to do this. “Ezra…” I started again. “I need to…tell you...” I gasped out, pressing my hips back against his face, my skin tingling with pleasure.

“Tell me what, sweet girl?” he asked between devilish swipes of his tongue.

“I… oh my,” I cried out as his finger hooked inside of me and pressed against that perfect spot.

“I.. fuck,” I tried to focus. “I need to tell you about Zaffir.” I yelled out, and to my shock, he didn’t stop his pursuit of my pleasure. His tongue pressed against my core, deeper, slicker.

“You wanna tell me about how he watched you fall apart on your fingers?” he whispered, and I felt my whole body stiffen, only to immediately come unraveled under his expert touch again.

“How did you-” I began.

“How does she taste?” I heard another voice call out from behind me, and I knew it was Zaffir. His presence fell over me like a blanket, and I knew he was getting a clear shot of exactly what Ezra was doing to me. I didn’t shy away. I liked feeling his eyes on us.

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