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He thrust into me, my walls stretching around him, beckoning and pulling him deep into me.
“Sir,” I barely breathed, the feel of him inside of me taking my breath away.
“Eyes,” he commanded, but I was already there, staring into the deep, honeyed pools of his eyes. I could not look away. Nothing could have torn me away as he thrust into my depths, taking my breath, owning my thoughts, and sending me to bliss.
His hand found my wrists, still above my head, and gripped them so firmly it should have hurt. But all it did was make me feel secure, safe, and completely at his mercy.
“Take me, Sir,” I pleaded breathlessly. His thrusts intensified, pushing me higher and higher until I was there — right on the edge of that orgasm I had been so desperate for all night. “Please!” I nearly wept with wanting.
“Cum around my cock, angel. Cum now,” he growled, burying himself to the hilt inside my dripping sex.
“Sir!” I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me. The inner walls of my pussy gripped and squeezed his cock as I came, spasming and twitching around him as if with a will of their own, urging him to join me in the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through my body.
“Fuck!” His own shout of climax joined mine. His length twitched inside of me as I felt his cum jet inside of me in thick ropes, coating every inch of me as I floated somewhere in the stratosphere of bliss.
His hand released mine, bringing my arms down to wrap around him. I clung to him. His hands pulled me to him, clutching me as closely as two people could be.
I had never felt so alive. I had never felt so safe. And I had never felt so loved.
CHAPTER9
EZEKIEL
She was incredible. She was more than I could have ever hoped to find in a woman, let alone a wife. And from Zion, of all places. Our scene last night had been our first real jump into the world of kink — intomyworld of kink. And yet, she had pushed aside all of her reservations and risen to the occasion with such remarkable submission. It had honestly struck me speechless more than once during our scene.
As incredible as it had been, it still didn’t stop today from being difficult as fuck. The terrible morning had begun with breakfast. The sounds of her chewing, her incessant chatter about our scene the night before, all had grated on my nerves, wearing them down to the bare bones as anxiety took hold and refused to let go.
Lunch had been no better, the sounds overwhelming me to the point I could barely eat. Still, I knew she was trying. She was openly communicating, and God, it was amazing. But I just couldn’t handle it. I wanted to hit my head, knock it into the table until this stupid issue went away. I didn’t want to be this person. Talia deserved better. I wanted to be the man she deserved. Fuck, I wanted to be the manIdeserved!
“Zeke, are you listening?” Talia’s voice cut into my internal tirade. I looked up, noting the look in her eyes. She was waiting for me to respond to whatever it was she had said. My hand tightened around the fork in my hand.
“I’m sorry, Talia. What did you say?” I huffed. She wasn’t the real reason for my frustration. It was all the fucking noise! The slow drip of the faucet, which reminded me I needed to fix that. Her fork scraping against her plate. Her chewing. And her speaking. The wind outside. The sound of the literal electricity running through it all. I could hear every piece of noise coming from this house, and it was unbearable. It felt like someone was running nails over a chalkboard, but the nails were the sounds and the chalkboard was every single nerve ending in my body. It was unbearable.
“Zeke!” she said again, her voice raised this time. She wasn’t yelling at me, but more at my lack of focus. I winced at the sound of her voice and hated myself as I did so.
“Talia, I… I just need a minute,” I said, slamming my fork down and pushing my chair back so abruptly and forcefully it scraped against the hardwood floor. I stood up, but before I could walk off — more like storm off — she stopped me.
“No. Do not walk away.” She stood there in front of me, halting my departure. My hands fisted at my sides and my jaw clenched. “You can stand there and clench your hands all you want.”
I didn’t know what to say. I wanted a moment of peace. To move her out of the way and just find silence. I wanted to… I wanted to kiss the ever loving shit out of her and make all of this go away.
“Please let me pass,” I hissed out, my jaw literally hurting. I was so tense.
“I will let you pass, but only when you tell me what’s going on. I deserve that. We made promises to each other. Promises to communicate, and Zeke, this is not communicating. This is running away.” She stood there, her toe tapping and her arms crossed in front of her. It made her breasts look incredible.
“I need a moment,” I tried again, but she still did not move.
“Why? Tell me why.” She was not going to let me pass until I opened up. Every nerve in my body felt on fire and raw, but she was right.
“Because I can hear too much,” I finally admitted.
“Okay, was that so hard?” She asked, a smile on her face.
“Yes, it actually was,” I said, but she let me pass. Stalking my way to my office, I shut the door with a little too much force. I wasn’t used to this. I wasn’t used to having to answer to someone for the way I handled my condition. Well, that wasn’t completely true. That had been the way of things clear through my childhood, but ever since I built this house, it had just been me. No one to answer to except myself.
I paced the floor as thoughts flooded my mind. Like always, I tried to breathe through it. I tried all the tips and tricks I had learned over the years, and yet, all I could think of was Talia.
She was trying to help. She wanted to help. But how could she help in any real productive way if she just let me carry on as normal? How would that be opening up or being more honest? It wouldn’t. That didn’t mean that this was easy.
