Page 26 of Dilectio

"Care to dance?" he asks, his voice deep and enticing.

I place my hand in his, feeling the strength and warmth radiating from his fingers. "Yes," I reply, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us.

As the song progresses, the tempo increases, and our movements become more daring and sensual. Ezra's strong hands grip my hips firmly, guiding me through each sultry step and spin. I can feel the muscles of his chest and abdomen flexing beneath his shirt, the power and control in each movement both thrilling and comforting.

Our bodies sway closer, our lips mere inches apart as we share heated, stolen glances. The world around us fades away until all that remains is the pulsing rhythm of the music and the desire coursing through our veins.

"Quinn," Ezra growls, his voice deep and full of longing, "you have no idea how much I crave you right now."

My heart races at his words, and I bite my lip as I reply, "Show me, Ezra. Show me just how much you crave me."

In response, his hand tightens around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His throbbing erection presses against my belly. Our bodies meld together as we continue to dance, each sensual movement a tantalizing promise of what's to come. The hardness of his desire pressing against me only serves to stoke the fire within me.

As the song reaches its crescendo, Ezra dips me low, our eyes locked in a heated stare. The world seems to hold its breath in anticipation, and for a moment, it feels like time stands still. And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Ezra lifts me back up, his powerful arms enveloping me as our lips finally meet in a searing, passionate kiss that leaves no doubt about the depth of our desire for one another.

His tongue expertly explores my mouth, and I eagerly respond, losing myself in the taste and feel of him.

As the music fades and the applause of the crowd washes over us and as we reluctantly part, our breaths mingling in the sultry air, I smile knowing that tonight is going to be a night to remember.

Late that night we leave the bar hand in hand, and the cool night air embraces us, a stark contrast to the heat that had been building between us all evening. Ezra leads me to his car, a sleek luxury vehicle that seems to purr as he opens the door for me. I slide into the buttery soft leather seat, feeling both exhilarated and nervous about what the rest of the night might hold.

The interior of the car is dimly lit, casting a warm, intimate glow over the space. The scent of Ezra's cologne lingers in the air, mingling with the faint smell of leather and the crispness of the night outside. As he starts the engine, the smooth hum of the car fills my ears, creating a soothing soundtrack to our journey.

Ezra reaches over and takes my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity up my arm. "I'm glad we went out tonight," he says, his voice deep and rich. "Despite how much of an asshole Adam is.”

I smile, feeling a surge of pride at the memory of how Ezra defended our relationship. "You were amazing tonight, Ezra. Thank you for standing up for us."

He brings my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. "I'll always stand up for us, Quinn. You mean more to me than anything."

The sexual tension between us grows with each passing moment, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I glance over at him. His eyes are dark and full of desire, and it's clear that he feels the same pull that I do.

As we drive through the quiet streets, the anticipation continues to build. Our conversation drifts from the events of the night to deeper, more intimate topics. We talk about our dreams and fears, our pasts and our hopes for the future. With each word, I feel even more connected to Ezra, and the desire between us becomes almost unbearable.

Finally, we pull up to Ezra's sprawling suburban estate, the mansion illuminated by soft moonlight. The grandeur of his home is breathtaking, and I feel a little out of place in this world of luxury. But as Ezra leads me inside, the quiet intimacy of his home envelops me, making it clear that, despite his wealth, he values love and connection above all else.

As we make our way to his bedroom, my heart races with anticipation. Ezra gently opens the bedroom door, and I’m greeted by a vision of pure romance. The room is bathed in the soft, warm glow of flickering candles, their flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. The delicate scent of roses fills the air, their velvety petals strewn across the plush bedspread and the polished wooden floor.

My eyes widen with delight as I take in the thoughtful details Ezra has arranged for our evening. A bottle of chilled champagne sits nestled in an elegant ice bucket, the golden liquid sparkling like tiny stars within the fluted crystal glasses beside it. A small box of decadent chocolates rests on the nightstand, the rich aroma of cocoa mingling with the floral notes of the roses.

Ezra watches my reaction, a proud smile playing on his lips. "I wanted tonight to be special for us," he murmurs, his voice low and tender. "I hope this shows you just how much you mean to me."

I turn to him, my heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Ezra, this is absolutely perfect. Thank you for making this night so magical."

He pulls me into his embrace, our lips meeting in a passionate, lingering kiss that seems to set my very soul alight. With each brush of his lips against mine, I feel the last remnants of my insecurities and doubts melting away, leaving only the pure, unadulterated connection we share.

Hand in hand, we step further into the enchanting scene before us. Ezra leads me to the edge of the bed. The flickering candlelight casts a mesmerizing glow on his handsome features. As he reaches for the champagne, the bubbles effervesce with a soft, enticing hiss. He pours the liquid into the delicate glasses, the golden bubbles dancing like tiny stars as they catch the candlelight. He passes me the flute.

We toast, and the crisp notes of the champagne tantalize my taste buds as it flows smoothly down my throat. I take a bite of the dessert. The rich, velvety chocolates seem to melt on my tongue, the sweet decadence only enhancing the sensual atmosphere that surrounds us. And as I gaze into his smoldering eyes, I hope that this dream is more than just a fleeting fantasy. I want this to be the beginning of a beautiful, unforgettable journey we'll share together.

I pray that I’m not getting my hopes up too high.

Ezra pulls me into his arms, our lips meeting in a tender yet urgent kiss. As we fall onto the bed, our bodies are entwined.

As the night unfolds, Ezra shows me pleasures beyond my imagination and all I can think about is how I never want to leave him or his bed.

Promises

Ezra

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