He kissed her again… deeper this time, slow and consuming. His hands moved with careful intent, tracing the lines of her body through her clothes, igniting shivers with every soft caress. Scarlett's hands tugged at his shirt, needing him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against her.
Their clothes came off gradually, unhurried, as though time no longer mattered. Ezra kissed every scar, every bruise… his way of worshipping her, healing her with his touch. Scarlett responded with a quiet sigh and breathy moans, her fingers gripping his shoulders, grounding herself in him.
He hovered above her, his gaze searching hers one last time. "I won't go slow this time."
She nodded, eyes glassy with need. "I want this. I want you."
He fiercely kissed her on her lips, biting and teasing her, making her toes curl. He then lifted her legs and spread them wide. His eyes darkened in desire as he saw how Scarlett's core was oozing out juices of ecstasy.
