Page 142 of Fated to the Hunters
Fuck, he wanted her—neededher.
Too abruptly for her he sat up and stood. Scarlett watched with starry eyes and parted lips as he kicked his pants away and snatched supplies from the nightstand. By the time he climbed back onto the bed, Scarlett had shed her lace panties, lying completely bare for him.
He reached down, giving his cock one firm stroke and settling between her thighs, running his other through her pussy. “Such a pretty mess you are.”
“Just for you,” she panted, her hips rising to meet his fingers.
Drizzling lube over his fingers, he teased two inside her opening while his thumb found her clit. “And so tight too,” he hummed, stretching over to claim her lips again.
Once he’d worked her open with a third finger and her body begged for him to fuck her faster, he rolled the condom over his cock and lined himself up with her entrance. He was slow at first so she could adjust, but unlike their first time she eased onto him much faster. How often had she let Vince fuck her to take him this well?
Ezra banished that thought from his mind, slipping his free hand between them to find her clit. The second he pressed down on her sensitive pearl and her walls contracted around him, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He fed her his groans as he began to thrust, and her hips met him with each one. Scarlett’s hands roamed his back, fingernails scraping thin red lines into his skin. He didn’t need much from her, loving anything she gave him, even the slightest tickle made his insights melt—and his cock throb.
Scarlett writhed beneath him, crashing over the edge into her orgasm. She cried and pleaded, digging her nails into his skin, but he couldn’t stop yet. Ezra pumped into her hard and fast, using her climax to drive him towards his own.
He erupted, his legs shaking. In his mind, he painted the picture of filling her with his cum, knowing one day she would give him free reign to fuck her until she fell pregnant.
Once he’d ridden out the aftershocks, he collapsed onto the bed next to Scarlett, their chests heaving in time with each other. “I missed you, princess.”
She ducked under his arm, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his temple. “I missed you too, my prince.”
He gave himself a few minutes for his mind to return to earth and then pushed himself to sit on his heels. With a kiss to her forehead, he stood from the bed to dispose of the condom. “Would you like me to bring you a cloth?”
She shook her head, already pulling his shirt back over her head. “I can handle myself. But water would be good.”
He fetched them both a drink while Scarlett was in the bathroom and when she returned, he made her lie on her stomach. He massaged her tense shoulders, spoiling her with kisses until she drifted off to sleep. The day had been filled with deep and meaningful conversations, something he wasn’t used to. Okay, maybe with Mateo, but it was different with her. He found himself exhausted as well and once he laid beside her, he passed out.
They spent the next morning hiking, returning before lunch which gave them enough time to wander through the village and look for the appropriate candles for wax play. He wasn’t picky, but he assumed that she might want something nice. Maybe even scented ones to make the experience pleasant for her too.
Scarlett seemed nervous the entire way and once they were home, she unpacked their bags and retreated to the porch with her sketchbook. Buying the candles had clearly shaken her up, leaving him wondering if he’d pushed her too far.
He distracted himself by sorting through his weapons, not wanting Scarlett to feel smothered. With so much silver around, he closed the door in the hopes that it created a better barrier between Scarlett and the weapons. He made sure his blades were sharp and clean, while the guns were loaded and ready to go at any given time.
“Ezra?” she called from the living room.
He scrambled to his feet and rushed into the hallway. “Yes?”
“Can you come here please?”
When he stepped into the living room, he halted, a rose smell wrapping around him. She’d lit the candles, scattering them amongst pillows and blankets in front of the fireplace.
“I would like to try this now,” she said, smiling up at him. “If you are ready, of course.”
“I am.” Ezra forced himself to move slowly instead of throwing himself to her feet as he truly wanted to do.
“Is this comfortable for you?” she asked, her eyes insecurely darting around the romantic set up.
“It’s perfect.”
Her eyes beamed at him, and her lips curled into a beautiful smile. “I remembered it’s better to use unscented candles to avoid burns, if that is alright for you?”
“Of course it is.” He could see how nervous she was behind her smile, so he took her hands in his and tried to ease some of her anxiety. “What else would you like to know before you try anything?”
“I read that depending on the body part we choose it can be more intense than others, do you have any specific part in mind?”
“We can start on my back.”
“A larger surface and less likely for me to miss,” she laughed and nodded agreeingly.
