Page 48 of Ezekiel
CHAPTER10
TALIA
I was weightless. I was floating. It was like nothing in the world existed outside of this moment, outside of him. This man, who was more enigmatic than one could express, who was shy and reserved; when he became a Dominant, he transformed into this confident creature who controlled me, who excited me, who owned me in ways I hadn’t known were possible.
My breath still came out in pants, and I could feel giggles welling up in my throat. Why did I want to giggle? It made absolutely no sense. Yet, there it was.
“Let’s head to the bedroom,” he panted out, standing before me. I still was lying prone on the desk. From this angle, his body looked incredible. I had thought him a somewhat scrawny man. And when I had first seen him fully naked, it was clear I had been wrong. He was fit and strong. But here, post incredible sex, he was near godly. His body made me want to do so many things I had never considered; had never thought possible. His shoulders were strong, the lines of his body rippled with understated muscles. But there was no denying his strength. Hell no! Especially after feeling the way his hands gripped me, how his arms held me, how he pulled me down into him with each thrust. I felt myself clench and grow wet again as the memory of him flooded my mind.
“Are you coming?” he called from the doorway, garnering my attention again.
“Not yet,” I muttered under my breath. I crossed the room, stepping in front of him as I walked through the doorway when he spoke again.
“Careful what you wish for, dirty girl. I can make you really wish you hadn’t said that.” His words were a playful threat that made my core quiver and become wet all over again. I had half a mind to keep my sass just to see what happened. If I wasn’t already sore and a little tired, I would have.
With his hand on my lower back, he led me up the stairs to our bedroom and straight into the bathroom.
“I think tonight is the perfect night for a bath, don’t you?” he asked sweetly. He started the bath, letting the warm water fill the porcelain tub and fill the room with steam. “It’s important to take time for care after a scene. Especially after some of our more… physical scenes,” he explained, rubbing his hands up and down the outsides of my arms.
“I get that,” I shrugged. He helped me to step into the steaming water, the warmth spreading through my cold extremities. The warmth felt good. He stepped in after me, situating himself across from me so that we were facing one another.
The tub was large, clearly built for situations just like this. It made me wonder how many women he had brought here before. His life before me was something I didn’t fully understand; something I had not let myself try to understand before now.
The water rose as he sat down, nearly spilling out from over the curved lip of the tub. His hands grabbed my calves, hooking them around his hips and pulling us close. So close. My nipples brushed against his chest with each breath.
“I like you here. Just like this,” he murmured. The water lapped around us. His hands ran up my thighs and back down again as he spoke.
“In the bath?” I asked coyly.
“Just near me. Your skin is so soft,” he spoke more to himself than to me.
“I enjoy being near you too,” I admitted quietly.
“Touch me,” he whispered, taking my hands in his and placing them on his stomach. My eyes flitted down towards his cock, blurred by the water. I had half a mind to touch him there, to take him into my hands, but I didn’t. There was something soft and calm in this moment that I wanted to protect. I wanted to stay in the calm of this bubble for at least a little while longer.
My hands ran over the ridges of his muscles along his stomach, almost absentmindedly. Almost.
“Tell me something,” I whispered, needing to fill the silence that was near deafening in the room. If I hadn’t, my mind would have continued racing with thoughts of desperate touches and needy sounds.
“Tell you something like what? Can you be more specific?” he asked, his hands lazily tracing up over my hips and around to my lower back.
“Well, what do you do?” I asked, the question popping into my mind out of nowhere.
“I prefer to do you,” he teased with a smirk.
“Funny,” I rolled my eyes. “I mean for money. Like, my father runs the grocery in Zion. Your father works at the church with Reverend Jacob. What do you do?”
“To be honest, I dabble,” he sighed, reaching for the loofah that sat beside the tub. “I do a little bit of a lot of things. I have the garden I showed you and I sell my items to the grocery. Mostly through Malachi, though.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused. He ran the sudsy loofah over the skin of my shoulders slowly, sensually, and my eyelids fluttered closed at the sensation.
“I don’t like dealing with people much. So, I give my items to Malachi, and he sells them to people for me and then hands me the money. I just prefer to be left out of it. I guess in a way you could say Kai is like my agent,” he chuckled.
“What kind of things do you sell? I know you have jams, and the food you make,” I asked.
“I sell some of my art, as well. Levi has helped in that aspect. He’s good at that sort of thing. He has sold a few of my pieces in St. George through his connections at Abditory,” he explained. He tugged me just a bit closer, the loofah moving down my back and into the water.
“Is it something you want to continue doing?”
