Page 26 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

Hand clenching in her hair, I can only hope I’m not pulling too hard as my hips buck up uncontrollably and a blissful light-headedness sweeps through me. “Ezla—Ezla,” I groan, limbs spasming, heart racing. All-consuming, that white-hot pleasure crashes over me as my cock jumps and pulses in time with each heavy spurt of release. My eyes roll back in my head, arms rigid as I keep my grip on her while her throat constricts around me as she swallows me down with each stream, taking it all. It draws out my orgasm until it’s endless, and there’s no thoughts in my mind, no worries, no fear, no pain . . . just pure, overpowering ecstasy.

With a pop, Ezla’s mouth leaves my cock when I’ve finally come down. Using my thighs for support, she licks her pink lips as she straightens, sitting back on her heels, and my hands reluctantly drop from her head.

Our scents mix together, that hot cinnamon swirling around me without her helmet to contain it all, and that as much as the visual as a drop of my cum runs down her chin that she’s missed has me hardening all over again, the swelling of my sensitive cock pulling a hiss from me.

Fucking hell, my body is disgracefully insatiable when it comes to her.

Ezla appears delighted. “You are so greedy for me.” A pause as if she’s debating her next words. Then, “How do you feel?”

“Like I love you.” The words slip out in response to her toneless yet heartwarming words before I can push them back down my throat.

I’m rigid from head to toe in an instant, and my legs shift so that my feet are planted on the silk-dressed mattress as I prepare for her to freak out in any way.

But Ezla doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t appear ready to bolt. Doesn’t seem disgusted or unhappy or ready to throw my love back in my face. For once, she only roves her eyes over my face with that unreadable expression of hers, and she says, “Good.”

My swallow is hard as I push myself upright, and she doesn’t stop me as I tentatively reach for her, so I let my palms find her hips and rest there. “Good?” My attention shifts over her features as fixatedly as hers do mine. I know I didn’t mishear her, and I’m hardly breathing as I wait for her to explain herself.

She hums, then flicks her eyes away, fingertip absently trailing over my chest through my black T-shirt.

Her non-verbal response doesn’t stop my heart from thudding against my ribcage as it tries to get to her. I’m topped up with happiness, and I can’t help but let out a breathy laugh of relief.

Ezla’s focus moves to my mouth, watching almost curiously. “I make you happy.”

Blinking, I pause as I try to understand where that came from and if that was a statement or a question. “Of course. Happier than ever.”

“Hmm . . . I feel that . . .” Her hand comes up to press on my chest over my heart, which increases its speed even further. “In here. I feel you through the bond all the time. I find that very strange—that you care for me.”

My forehead scrunches, and my own hand rises to her chin, thumb swiping up the cum there. Her dark lashes flutter closed at my touch, and gratification spreads through me. “Why is that surprising? You’re remarkable. Absolutely stunning in every way. There’s no one else out there like you, and I’m so fucking glad I’m one of the five men who’ve been able to claim you.”

She huffs, eyes opening back up. “No. I claim you.” I grin, and those eyes zoom back in on the action. “I do not make people smile, and yet you and the other men give me them constantly.”

“It’s involuntary, Love. Would you like me to try and stop?”

“No,” she snaps, and my brows ping up. “You do not withhold anything from me.”

Stroking a hand over her hair, relishing in the softness against my skin, I reply, “Understood.”

Ezla frowns. “I did not say you could pet me.”

A single brow rises this time. She’s saying one thing, but she’s not moved an inch. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her eyes slit. “I did not say that, either.”

Chuckling under my breath, I keep up the motions on her head, and a chuff like a tigress leaves her.

We’re silent for a short while as I simply soak up her presence like I should have been able to that morning after our first time together instead of what really happened. And the thought weighs heavy on me, but I won’t allow it to ruin the moment, not when it’s the first one we’ve had together since then.

But what I do allow it to do is increase my desperation for her as my still-hard length sends me an uncomfortable reminder of its eagerness for my Bonded as it throbs painfully against my thigh.

My hands find either side of her neck, fingers curling around the back and pressing in to massage her tenderly as I reposition myself so I’m mirroring her. Sitting on my heels with her remaining between my spread thighs, I draw her closer by my hold. “Can I kiss you, Love?”

She suddenly looks murderous, and I’m wondering what I’ve said wrong when she says, “Yes, you can, because someone already taught you. Thank you for the reminder.”

For one beat, then another, I can only stare.

Then I let out another laugh, this one full-bellied.

“Stop laughing at me,” Ezla demands.