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Lydia’s orgasm flooded from her as her body began to tremble uncontrollably; her moans pouring out in the same fashion until Ezra clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Oh, my poor, sweet thing,” Ezra purred as he laid her down. “Looks like you are taking my punishment with me.

His manhood, rigid and ready once more, slid deep inside her without preamble, and Lydia moaned his name against his hand as he began to take full and utter possession of her. Her walls, already so slick from his teasing, clenched and suckled aroundhim greedily the moment he was inside, and she trembled and bucked as he made her come apart again.

Ezra pulled his hand away from her mouth only to seal his lips there next, not giving her a chance to take a breath of her own before she was infused with his. His kiss was as demanding as his thrusts; stealing her breath and her senses as her body became completely his to claim.

It was too much, and somehow not at all enough, and she felt a desperation begin to build in her as she ran her nails hungrily over every bare expanse of his body that she could find.

“Harder,” she breathed, tearing away from the kiss when she could not take any more, “I am yours. Make me yours.”

Lydia saw pure love shimmer through the thick mist of arousal in Ezra’s eyes, followed by gratitude. He kissed her roughly once more, then rose to his knees. She gasped when he threw her ankles up on his shoulders, then screamed his name as he grabbed her hips and slammed back into her. Ezra’s grip was tight on her thighs, pinning her to him as he became completely savage in his lovemaking.

She wanted this, Lydia realized as her body shuddered in utter pleasure with each intense, possessive thrust. She wanted this every day, every night, with Ezra and just Ezra, for the rest of her life. She wanted to slip into the darkness with him just like this, and she wanted to coat him in her light at the same time. They weremeantto blend, to fuse. To never be apart.

Ezra’s moans began to grow more ragged and desperate as he continued to lay his claim on her, his fingers digging deeper into her hips as he began to move at a more frantic pace.

“Lydia.”

Ezra’s voice was so thick with pleasure that her name came out ragged and raw as he thrust into her a final time and gripped her waist to the point of bruising.

Lydia moaned through the biting pain as she felt him burst inside of her and reveled in the feeling of his loss of control. A wicked thought entered her mind as she still felt him spasm, and so she began to pulse her inner muscles around Ezra’s tool. He groaned deeply at the sensation, and locked his hips into her, allowing her to milk him dry.

Soft tendrils of pleasure began to wrap around her again as Ezra leaned his forehead against her ankle, then pressed kisses into her flesh as he slowly eased himself out of her. Lydia moaned in protest at the loss, but it was absorbed by his kiss as he came down to gather her into his arms.

“You lost,” Ezra whispered.

Lydia could feel his grin against her ear as he kissed and nuzzled her, and she smiled sultrily back at him as she twisted to face him.

“You cheated.”

Ezra managed an indignant look over his pleasure-filled gaze.

“I did no such thing,” he replied calmly, circling his hand around her throat. She whimpered as he squeezed softly.

“In fact, I encouraged younotto come.”

Lydia laughed softly, then bit his lip lightly before kissing him.

“My opinion remains,” she teased.

“Cheated or not, I still won,” Ezra replied, shifting down to her breasts, one hand still around her throat.

“My punishment is now your punishment.” He nipped playfully at her nipple, then soothed the soft pain with his tongue before he drew her breast into her mouth.

Lydia moaned deeply as she thrust her fingers into his hair, holding him to her breast.

“Oh no,” she breathed, as his fingers began to swirl lazy trails down her throat, her waist her hips, “Whatever shall I do?”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Three Days Later

“Lydia,” Ezra muttered, his blue eyes opening.

Something felt wrong. The bed was too cool, too empty. He’d sensed his solitude before he even awoke, and it startled him. Ezra sat up as he scanned the bed, finding it empty, then got up to check the rooms. He called her name once more as he walked through the bathing, sitting, and dressing rooms, finding them all empty.

Anger spiked with fear shot through him as he stalked naked back into the bedroom and scanned the room once more. This time he spotted a folded piece of paper among the bedcovers.

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