Page 101 of Ezekiel
We made quick work of it, then turned out the lights as we made our way up the stairs to our bedroom, both of us trudging along in exhaustion.
“Zeke?” Talia asked as we entered our room. “I need you.”
Her words were soft, gentle, conveying emotions I couldn’t name.
“Tell me,” I urged her. My hands found her waist as my eyes roved over her face. I wanted nothing more than to give her everything she needed, everything she desired.
“I want kink, like we discussed. But tonight, I don’t want Sir. Tonight I need my husband. I need you, Zeke. Just you. And just me.” Her words sunk in, and I nodded.
“Then you shall have me.”
Our lips met slowly, gently, caressing one another with no rush. She pressed herself against me, her breasts grazing my chest as my arms wrapped around her.
“Talia,” I breathed against her lips and she smiled. Our lips met again, panting against one another as our tongues tasted each other slowly, languidly. My hands ran up her back, holding her to me as I memorized every line of her shoulders, every bump in her spine.
“Zeke,” she breathed against my lips, her eyes closed. “Make love to me,” she pleaded.
Make love?
“You want me to make love to you?” I asked hesitantly. I didn’t want to read into her words. That was just a thing it was called.
“Yes. I love you, Ezekiel Temple, and I want to show you my love. And I want to feel yours in return.” We parted, only slightly, as I looked into her eyes. I saw only truth shining back at me.
That wasn’t entirely true.
I saw the truth, and I saw love.
She loved me.
“You do?” I asked quietly, my voice squeaking awkwardly as I tried to clear my throat.
“I do,” she said with a smile.
“I love you, too, Talia. Truly, I do.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond as I stole her breath with a kiss. I didn’t want to give her a chance to amend those words, to take them back. She groaned against me, my tongue stealing the sound and responding in kind.
“Come with me,” I whispered, taking her by the hand and leading her to our bed. My hands tugged at her dress, slowly pulling it up and over her head as I undressed her. I took my time, unclasping her bra and slowly drawing the straps down her arms, feeling the smooth skin as I went.
I pressed a line of kisses along her collarbone, my tongue slipping out to taste as I sipped the flavor of her. Her heart thumped beneath my lips. My hands found her waist, tracing the curves of her body lower until I could hook my fingers into the fabric of her panties, sliding them down just as slowly.
I kneeled before her, pulling them down her legs until she could step out of them, leaving her bare for me. Purely bare, and purely mine. My Talia. My Angel.
I kissed her, just above her navel. I felt overcome, reverently adoring her body in its entirety. She was a masterpiece. The most beautiful artwork created by a God I wasn’t sure existed. But if there was a God, his existence was only shown to me by the magnificence of the woman who stood proudly before me. My wife. I was in awe of her. I was in awe of us.
“I love you, Talia,” I repeated the words against her skin, my lips barely brushing as I looked up at her. My hands lazily trailed over the outside of her legs, feeling goosebumps erupt in their wake.
“I love your joy. I love your laughter.” My fingers tickled along her thighs until she giggled lightly as I spoke. “I love your patience and I love how fiercely you protect those you love.”
My mind rushed through this evening’s events, my admiration showing through every word, every touch I gave.
“I love your spark of fire and how passionate you are.” I pressed a kiss a little lower, just above the joining of her sex, feeling her shiver above me. Her hands found their way to my hair, lightly playing in my curls as I worshiped this goddess I had married.
“I love the way you aren’t afraid to call me out on my bullshit,” I muttered, my hands running up over her hips and continuing up her ribcage, feeling each bump and valley, every curve and line.
“You hate when I call you out,” she protested lightly. I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Nah, I am simply not used to it. You are a force of nature, Talia Temple. I was simply existing, getting by day after day, doing only the bare minimum, until you came along and snapped me out of my dazed and mediocre life. You showed me what genuine passion is. What true love could look like. And I kneel before you now, humbled, honored, and hopelessly devoted to you and to this life I want to build with you.” I spoke the vows against her skin. It wasn’t sexual, it was a promise; an oath I spoke before her and before the universe, truer than any I had uttered on our wedding day.
“I love you, too, Zeke. I love how you care for me. You care for me in ways I didn’t know I needed to be cared for.” Her reply was like a salve, a soothing balm on an aching soul that had decided long ago to travel the world alone.
