Ezekiel
I couldn’t hold back anymore. Slow, my foot. I had to go in more, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Nyla whimpered softly against my mouth as I tilted my head, tasting her fully. My hands roamed down her sides, squeezing her waist possessively as I pulled her closer. I broke the kiss only to trail my lips along her jaw, then down to her neck. I kissed the sensitive skin there, sucking gently at first, then harder, determined to leave a mark deeper than the last one.
She gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth as I sucked harder, teeth grazing her skin. The hickey bloomed beautifully — dark red and possessive. I loved the way it looked on her.
“Ezekiel…” she breathed, her voice shaky.
I moved lower, kissing along her collarbone, then tugged her top up. She lifted
