Page 62 of Duke of Chaos

Ezra’s thumb caressed over the hollow of her throat as if marking where the lie had come from. She was not fine. Neither of them were.

“Stay with me,” she whispered, feeling her weariness take over. “I understand what is happening downstairs is important, but please, Ezra.”

Emotion churned in Ezra’s blue eyes as he mulled over her request. Then a small, wicked grin began to spread over his face.

“You see, my lady? I told you that you would be begging to get me into your bed someday.”

Ezra’s tease broke through the intensity of the day’s emotions, and Lydia let out an exhausted laugh as she pulled her lap out from under his head and stretched out beside him.

“Ow,”Ezra laughed hoarsely as his head fell softly into the pillow, and Lydia tasted his laughter as she leaned down to kiss him.

Ezra’s chuckle smoothed into a groan as their lips met, sending a shiver of desire through her tension. She kissed him again, and his arms came around her, holding her tightly to his chest. A sob nearly escaped her throat as their kiss deepened, and she ran her hands over him again desperately.

She had almost lost him today. If she had not listened to Laura and turned back when she had, she would have been too late. Lydia did not realize she had started to cry until she felt Ezra’s lips part from hers, and he began to kiss away her tears. Muttered words of assurance poured from his badly bruised throat as he gently captured each one, making sure not a single tear escaped him.

When he had finished he crushed her lips in another, more fiery kiss, and this time she tasted his hunger. His soothing touch became more urgent, as did hers as they began to run their hands over one another. Together, they worked her out of her gown and undergarments and flung them aside the momentthey could. Lydia moaned with relief when she felt Ezra’s body slide across hers.

“Your leg…” she protested, breaking the kiss.

“Will be fine,” he panted before kissing her again.

Lydia’s thoughts dissolved as Ezra deepened his kiss. His hand tightened around her throat as he parted her legs with his thigh. Lydia bucked and gushed against him when she felt his hard length bob against her waiting entrance. Ezra swallowed her moans, suckling them along with her tongue before he broke the kiss and began to make his way down her body.

Lydia’s eyelashes fluttered and her back arched as Ezra’s hands and mouth seemed to go everywhere over her all at once.He is devouring me.His teeth nipped at her neck, her nipples, and her navel. She gasped and initially resisted when he tried to turn her onto her stomach, but quickly succumbed to his advances when she felt his hot kisses trace possessively over her shoulders, her spine, down the curve of her waist, and over the small swell of both cheeks.

Ezra’s name broke from her lips in a breathless plea as she felt his tongue flick over her already dewy petals, and Lydia felt her body become weightless as she gave into his hunger.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Lydia had certainly been right; the bastard downstairs could wait.

Now, with his face buried between her legs and his hands filled with her backside, Ezra was very happy that he had finally agreed to execute Lydia’s plan.

Ezra had been furious at his own stupidity and arrogance at thinking it safe to go into his room. His stupidity had nearly gotten him killed. He wanted the man in his dungeon to pay for that on top of the other crimes he’d already committed. But first…Ezra smiled as he turned back to the matter at hand.

Ezra let out a groan as he forced himself away from Lydia’s parted legs and rose to his knees, careful to keep his weight off his injured thigh. He let his hands slide around Lydia’s waist and, with ease, lifted her until she was on her hands and knees, her bum flush against his hardened manhood. His throat was sore from the rope and his voice was raw and aching.But that didn’t mean that they were not going to have a little conversation.

“You left,” he rasped, his hands tenderly massaging the flesh of her right and left cheeks.

Lydia gasped as his hands kneaded the sensitive flesh, moving the muscles back and forth before reaching up to grip her hips. Her gasp turned into a moan as his fingertips tightened around her waist and then slipped down between her legs. He touched the little taut bud of nerves tenderly, earning him another moan and a tremble.

“You angered me,” Lydia struggled to get out, squirming. “And you told me to leave.”

With her clitoris at the mercy of his fingertips, he struck her left butt cheek with the other, sending a crack through the silent air.

Lydia gasped and bucked against him at the slap, trying to twist around to look at him.

“That is not what I meant, and you know it,” Ezra replied, easily keeping her in place despite his injuries.

He let another slap land across her backside, this time on her right cheek.

“You know how I feel about you disobeying me.”

“Now?” Lydia gasped, beginning to tremble as she looked back at him, “You are going to punish menowafter nearly getting killed?”

Ezra grinned wickedly, reveling the mixture of panic and pleasure in Lydia’s eyes.

“Now,” he agreed.

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