Page 65 of Pas de Trois
I would mourn the loss of those dirty words if it weren’t for the way he moves inside me, driving his hips forward to press all the way in. He holds me in that sweet, unmoving torture until I’m wriggling beneath him, practically writhing to get him to move.
“There are so many ways I want to fuck you, Anya.” He licks a long line straight up the side of my neck, then his nose runs over the skin just behind my ear. He inhales deeply, taking in the scent of my hair. “A lifetime of ways to fuck you. I could make you come every hour of your life and it would never be enough.”
“Just stay inside me forever.”
He runs a hand over my hip, down to my knee, pressing and holding my leg against his side as he pulls out slowly, then pushes in again to the hilt. I moan at the delicious intrusion, the way his cock stretches my inner walls. He’s so thick when he’s hard, the perfect size to fill me completely.
“Forever, baby,” he whispers into my ear. “You and me.”
I smile as he sits up. He shuffles his knees in closer as he pumps in and out of me again. There’s a little extra roughness at the end of his stroke and it shakes me from my core all the way through my skull. A sound escapes me—something like a moan, but more feral and raw. My eyes take in the sight of Ezra’s sculpted body, his flexing ab muscles and strong shoulders, watching him fuck me slow but hard as he reaches for my left hand.
He pulls it to his lips, kissing the tops of my fingers, starting from the index, until he reaches my ring finger—the ring finger where I wear the diamonds Nikolai purchased for me. I shiver as he runs his tongue from the base of my palm, over the backs of the rings, all the way to the tip of that very finger.
“Mine?” he asks, taking the very question I always ask him and using it to claim me.
I refuse to belong to anyone else by force ever again. But I choose to belong to Ezra, only to Ezra, for the rest of my life. And it’s okay for me to belong to him because he belongs to me, too.
Neither of us is slave to the other.
If anything, we serve together as slaves to our connection, our bond, our chemistry, our love. But neither of us will ever be less than to the other. We belong to each other and we belong together.
Always.
That’s why it doesn’t even give me pause when I tell him, “I’m yours. Always yours.”
A low, guttural noise indicates his need to cement that vow from where our bodies join. He laces his fingers between mine, holding onto my left hand. His other hand pushes my knee down sideways to the floor, holding it down with his weight as he leans on it. And then, he fucks me, with rolling thrusts of his hips that drive his cock upward, forcing himself to rub against the perfect spot.
My eyes squeeze shut as that beautiful tension builds, twisting and dragging all the good feelings down low in my core. He thrusts and thrusts, bending to push our laced fingers to the floor just beside my head. He pushes down on my hand and my opposite knee so hard—bones-grinding-down-into-the-floor hard—that it causes the most incredible ache in my muscles. It doesn’t hurt and it doesn’t scare me, which surprises me.
It feels good.
I feel him everywhere.
I feel consumed by him.
I never want it to stop.
I’m shaking, literally trembling from the good feelings he gives me. He overwhelms my mind and takes control of my senses. I feel his eyes on me as he fucks me. I feel him pick up his pace when my muscles start to clench, when my fingers grip his harder, when I’m softly chanting, telling him of my frantic need for release with a single repeated syllable.
“Oh, oh, oh.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Come for me, baby.”
I feel his cock swelling, pulsing, nearing his own release. The extra tension as he grows inside me ignites a soul-searing fire—a flash fire that instantly consumes every part of my body.
It burns me, twists me, rumbles through me. I feel the explosion of it from deep within, bursting through my core. My pussy clenches and releases through a mind-numbing orgasm, tugging Ezra into coming hard inside me. His mouth drops open and somehow, I just know he won’t be able to hold back a primal roar from his release.
I untangle my fingers from his as he pushes his cock inside me deep with his final thrust. I reach around, grabbing the back of his head with both of my hands. I yank him down to me and cover his mouth with mine, swallowing his groan, his shout of pleasure as he spills the last of his seed inside me.
As our orgasms fade into satiated calmness, we kiss. We kiss like it’s the first time and the last time, like it’s the only time. We kiss like we might never kiss again.
My heart thumps, and though I’m probably just being crazy, I swear I can feel Ezra’s heart thump right along with mine, with the same rhythm and tempo.
This can’t be the last.
“I can’t live like this,” I say bluntly, breaking our kiss.
He studies my expression, brushing the hair from my eyes with his hand and stroking down the side of my face. He doesn’t say anything. He’s just quiet, watching me, waiting for me to go on.
