Page 42 of Song of the Dawn
Encouraged by his patience, I sat up, and the robe slipped from around my shoulders. When I pressed my hand against his chest, heat radiated off his body. His fingers slipped under the robe as he bent his head to kiss my neck.
Soft lips sucked at skin, and his teeth nipped playfully. My breath caught in my throat as he moved his head further down, fingers closing around my waist, sliding to my hips.
When he kissed the swells of my breasts, I moaned, and a bolt of desire twisted through me. I opened my eyes as he pulled the robe off and let it slip onto the floor. “Ezra,” I whispered, “this is my first time.”
His breath warmed my skin as he met my eyes. Liquid desire pulsed there as he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No…I…I thought you should know.”
“It makes you all the dearer to me,” he admitted. “If, for any reason, you want me to stop, just say so.”
“Don’t stop,” I begged, wrapping my fingers around his biceps.
And then, because I wanted him to know how ready I was, I reached inside his pants and squeezed his hardness. He jumped, hips bucking toward me. His tone came out strangled. “You’re sure this is what you want?”
“It is,” I said. “Ezra. Just take me.”
He closed my mouth with a kiss and then laid me down. Removing his pants, he let me see him in all his glory. He was long, hard, and just that brief grasp had given me a glimpse of just how big he was. My entire body throbbed, imagining how he’d feel inside. I needed to be filled, to be taken. Bending my knees, I spread my legs, shyness replaced with need, and he sensed it too.
“I want you to be ready for me,” he said, fingers sliding up my thigh, parting them further to his eager fingers.
Then he bent his head, bringing it near my wetness, and licked me. One slow lick, so light I barely felt it, but my whole body arched and my eyes rolled back in my head. My fingers tightened on the sheets, curling into fists as he licked me again, this time applying more pressure.
With a gasp, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying every delicious sensation. His tongue was everywhere, exploring me, licking me, going deeper until he found my nub and sucked on it.
Sensations fired through me, one after the other, coiling, twisting, taking me to the brink of ecstasy. I couldn’t get enough. I arched and squirmed, desperate to reach that epic summit. He paused and slid inside of me, one smooth, slow motion. My body opened, adjusted to him, and although a jolt of pain flared, the pleasure burned it all away. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me tight. Our bodies pressed together as we moved in sync, like musicians playing a rhythm, like dancers moving to a beat.
I clung to his broad shoulders, my body shaking and shuddering, submitting to him. A cry formed up inside me, bursting from my lips, impossible to hold back. The orgasm that rocked through me was too strong to hold back. His groans answered my screams as he convulsed against me. For a moment, I was outside of myself, beyond our lovemaking. That one act had caused me to transcend, and from there would be no return. What Ezra and I had done had bonded us, fused us together, and I had the distinct feeling that from now on our fates would be entwined.
Mila
We fell asleep in a haze of satisfaction. Contentment buzzed through me, soft and warm and sweet. Among the glow of lovemaking, everything was infinitely perfect. It was a moment to bask in, hold on to, and perhaps, one day, look back on and know that I fully enjoyed. I was happy, with no regrets.
I woke before Ezra, thirsty again. The light had grown muted, older as the day wore on. How many hours had we slept? Untangling myself from the blankets, I retrieved the robe and padded out for more water. My legs wobbled under me, and there was a faint ache between my legs. A giggle escaped, and I pressed a hand over my mouth, careful not to wake the golden king.
After satisfying my thirst, I tiptoed back to the doorway, leaning on it as I watched him sleep. He lay on his back, long lashes closed, face calm, although one side of his mouth curved up in a smile. His chest rose and fell, and his hair was wild and disheveled. My chest ached with how striking he was, so perfect and irresistible. If a painter could catch the image of him, just like that, I’d hang it in my room and wake every morning to it.
Dark-green eyes opened. Turning his head, he gazed at me. Slow. Steady. “What are you doing over there?”
“I was thirsty.” I smirked.
He glanced at the window as though it would tell him the time, before standing. The twisted blankets fell away, revealing his nakedness and his cock, still hard. Unable to tear my eyes away, I stared, heart racing, cheeks flushed. The ache between my legs wasn’t pain; it was desire. I wanted him again.
A wet sigh escaped my lips as he dressed, hiding his scars from me. Still barefoot, he approached, sliding one arm around my waist. Tilting my head, I looked up at him, mindful of our proximity. The very act of lovemaking had made me more aware of him, of every gesture, every expression, every word that hung on his lips. Making love was supposed to satisfy the need, not strengthen it.
“Still thirsty?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about water or something else. I cocked my head and resorted to teasing to hide my trembling desire. “Satisfied for now, but I might get very thirsty again soon.”
He laughed, although it sounded more like a snort. His lips brushed mine as he spoke. “Well, what do you want to do?”
I wondered if he perceived that being with him was enough. It didn’t matter what we did or where we were. His presence filled me. If he spoke, I’d listen. I wanted to share everything with him, and a sensation grew, so compelling and strong within me that it hurt. Clearing my throat to hide my emotion, I leaned into him, inhaling his scent. When I’d regained enough of my senses to speak without my voice cracking, I asked, “Now will you show me your workshop?”
He took my hand, leading me out of the doorway. “I will. I cleaned up the wood shavings this morning so you can walk around it barefoot. I will not tell you more but let you see for yourself and decide.”
I wasn’t sure what to think of his cryptic words, so I let them lie there as he led me to the staircase. It spiraled straight down, pausing at three different landings before we reached the main floor. My mind whirled, wondering what was behind those doors.
The bottom floor was an open space, with unbridled daylight pouring in. Dust floated like motes of light, and the staircase was in the middle. With my feet resting on the bottom stairs, I took in my surroundings, my breath catching at the revelation of Ezra’s secret.
