“I don’t want this to be about sex,” he panted, breaking the kiss. He was out of breath, his words nothing more than a sweet whisper against her lips. “I just want you.”
Then Ezra stood with her in his arms, capturing her lips once more. Careful not to break the kiss, he carried her to bed and lowered her to the mattress, pinning her down with his weight. Scarlett speared her fingers through his hair, and added more pressure than she had before. He groaned as her nails scraped over his skin, and she loved how pleased he seemed with her.
The pride over finally being able to meet his needs swelled in her chest until her heart felt fit to burst. She could do this, she wouldn’t just accept who he was, but she would be there to support him through it.
“Breathe,” he chuckled lightly, kissing along her jaw to her neck. As if his words kickstarted her lungs, Scarlett took a deep breath. “Good, just like that, princess. What would your other mates do to me if I told them I suffocated you with a kiss?”
She laughed and let her head fall into the pillow. “Yeah, that might not be such a brilliant idea.” She took another breath that she felt all the way down to her stomach. “Will you stay in bed through the night now?”
“We need to clean up and I should put a bandage on. I might have already bloodied the bedding.”
They hunted for an extra sheet but unable to find one, they settled for a towel. Once Ezra had cleaned and dried her, he gave her another kiss and bandaged himself up with the first aid kit from the kitchen. The moment she was back in his arms, she dozed off her mind on cloud nine.
The next morning, they headed to the village for breakfast. Scarlett had let him pick her dress and as she walked by his side, she couldn’t help the goofy grin on her face. He’d dressed up too—in his own fashion—all black from his V-neck shirt down to his leather boots. His neck, wrists, and fingers were covered in gold jewellery that matched the accents in her baby blue dress.
“You seem happy,” he commented, lifting their entwined hands to kiss her knuckles.
“I am.”
“You don’t hide me either.”
“I’m not sure why I would.”
Ezra brushed the back of her hand with another kiss, his eyes searching her face for any sign of ill truth. “No woman has everenjoyedshowing me off.”
“Well, I do. So, you better get used to it.”
Ezra hummed and slowed his pace to cup her cheek with his other hand, leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose. “It will be my pleasure.”
Once they’d filled their plates at the buffet and sat down, Scarlett crossed her legs under the table, her foot accidentally kicking his leg.
“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to pull away, but Ezra shot a hand down to capture her leg in place.
Once Scarlett took the hint and stilled, his fingers tickled over her foot, his lips in a lazy smile as he used his free hand to eat. She relaxed and soaked up his secret caresses. It had her heart fluttering, and a permanent blush setting in on her cheeks.
Ezra needed no prompt to take her empty glass and return with more orange juice. Nor did she have to ask him to join her at the buffet when she sought out dessert. And though she had his full attention, she knew he was also scanning their surroundings, placing himself between anyone who dared make her feel uncomfortable.
“What is on your mind, princess?” he asked, his hand stroking up and down her leg under the table the moment they sat down.
“How lucky I am to be yours.”
A dark chuckle burst past Ezras mouth and he leaned closer, resting his chin on his knuckles. “And why is that?”
“You make me feel safe.”
His brow crooked and she wondered what he would look like if it were pierced, just like his ears. “You might be safe from the world, little princess, but never from me.”
“You won’t hurt me. You just push my boundaries.”
Ezra threw his head back and laughed. “And your last nerve.”
“Often times, yes.” Scarlett leaned in herself, picking up the star pendant he’d made out of vampire bone. “Have you been tracing me?”
“Of course.”
“What if I wanted to trace you too?”
“What if I had secrets?”