Page 74 of Ezekiel
My knife kept flicking.
And she kept cumming.
My wild angel, fallen from heaven to the depths of hell and depravity I called home.
Mine.
CHAPTER16
TALIA
I felt like a complete mess, a fool, or something worse. Iwasa mess, a chaotic mess that could not figure out which way was up and which way was down. Reality jumbled my brain as my heart beat wildly in my chest like a lion trying to break from its cage. Our scene had ended beautifully. I trusted him. Put my trust in him. I let him carry me along that knife’s edge - literally, and into a world of bliss that was deeper than any we had ventured into yet. And yet, when it was over, a tidal wave of emotion hit me, just like before.
He had held me, pulling me close to him as the flecks of wax that still clung to my sweat-slicked skin rubbed onto his own body, decorating us both like polka-dotted kids. He carried me to the bathroom again, vowing to clean the floors tomorrow as we trekked waxy dust behind us like glitter in a craft room.
It was just as it had been before, the two of us standing under the shower’s steamy spray as he cleaned me off with the same reverence he had the night before. Kisses peppered over my skin as tears fell from my eyes, mixing with the water and running down the drain.
I wanted to let go the way he had described. To give it all over to him, every bit of myself. I wanted to show him I could, Idid, trust him with that part of myself, but something held me back.
As I stood there in the water clinging to him, thoughts jumbled in my brain, confusing me just as they had before. But this time, it was worse. This time, it didn’t make any bit of sense. I felt that freedom, that bliss, that Zeke had shown me. And then it shifted, like a dark black cloud rolling in at the crest of a storm. The sound of Zeke’s father, that tone, flooded my brain, but I couldn’t make sense of it.
It overwhelmed me.
I felt myself panicking.
And then there was Zeke. Holding me, caring for me, and loving me. Or at least something similar to love.
He held me through the entire night, until each of those dark clouds had passed, just like a storm, and in its wake was nothing but lightness and sunshine as the morning birds chirped.
I had stayed in bed all morning. Zeke was up and out of the house at the crack of dawn, as though we hadn’t stayed up half the night with our play and the aftercare that came with it.
The sleep had done me a world of good. I awoke refreshed and feeling better than I had in weeks. I spent the day relaxing, even taking the opportunity to chat with Delilah and with Ruth in the early afternoon after lunch. Each of them had been eager to talk, after what had happened last time. After talking it over with their own husbands, they were ready for my call, armed with even more details of what life had looked like for the young Temple brothers growing up.
Worse than that were the stories they each told me about their own upbringings. It was worse than I thought. Zion was not the home I had thought it was. At least, not for these people I now called family. Why was my family so different from theirs?
The questions plagued me into the late afternoon until Zeke finally arrived home from his work at the church.
“Hello, husband,” I greeted him cheerfully, but one look at his face made it clear that my chipper attitude was not about to be returned. His eyes roved over my body, that gaze shifting abruptly from anger and frustration into such blatant desire that it took my breath away.
“Wife,” he nearly growled, rounding the corner into the kitchen and pulling me to him by my wrist with a sharp tug. I didn’t have time to utter a single word before his lips were on mine, taking the kisses he desired and claiming me with every nip of his teeth against my skin.
The ladle I had in my hand dropped to the floor, forgotten in the rush of desire that my body answered, clanging loudly against the hardwood. Such a sound would normally bother him, but he was not in what I playfully callednormal Zeke mode. No, right now he was in pure Dommy-Dom mode and I was more than ready for it. I craved this side of him, this side of our life.
His hands moved down my body so possessively, like he wanted to etch his very touch onto my skin, never to be forgotten. As if I could ever forget this man’s touch. His fingers gripped my hips, moving down to my thighs and lifting me onto the countertop.
“Zeke!” I cried out against his lips. My pulse raced, thumping so loudly in my chest I was certain he could hear it.
“Don’t speak. I need you.” His voice was more growl than actual voice, resonating from his chest and into my own. His hands pulled at my clothes as utensils and decor clattered from the countertops to the floor, scattering forgotten in the heat of our moment.
My hands flew to his clothes at the same time, roughly tugging and pulling as desperately as he did. I wanted him naked. I wanted to be naked. I wanted him thrusting into my core, which was now soaking my panties clear through. He pulled the dress over my head, leaving me only wearing my now drenched panties and a bra, which were both promptly pulled off of my body so roughly I swore he was going to rip them.
The thought of him literally ripping clothing off of my body sent shivers of arousal straight to my sex, soaking me further.
“Need you,” he panted out, claiming my lips with an aggression I was ready and willing to meet. My hands tugged him to me, nearly clawing at his skin in the need I felt to have him pressed against me. I wanted him moving inside of me, right at this moment.
He wrenched his lips away from mine, both of us panting with desire.
“I need you,” he repeated, his eyes searching mine.
