Page 45 of Moonflower

“Never letting you go,” I mutter. “Can’t. Fucking can’t.”

A choked sound escapes her throat. I don’t slow down, forcing her higher until she screams. Only when Ezra removes his hand does she come down.

For the past minute or so, I’ve been trying to keep myself from coming prematurely. So now, I let myself go, releasing into her with a curse. She pushes against me, taking everything I have to give.

When I pull out, I let go of her wrists. She falls to her side, collapsing into Ezra. He gathers her up in his arms, shifting so he’s sitting on his ass and she’s in his lap.

Stroking her hair out of her face, he smiles down at her. It’s gentle and caring, which I think is ironic considering he’s about to destroy her.

Cora moans, reaching out for me and taking my hand. The simple action—no, the fact that she still wants me close even though she’s in Ezra’s arms—fills my heart to the brim.

I grab Cora’s face and capture her mouth in a long, hard kiss. Mine. She may be Ezra’s too, but she’s also mine. Forever. Fucking forever.

When I pull away, she goes limp with a happy sigh.

Ezra snorts. “We’re not done yet, Moonflower.”

“Do you want me to fight?” she whispers.

He shakes his head, kissing her forehead. “No. But I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“I don’t want easy.”

This time when he smiles at her, it’s dark and lustful. “That’s my girl. Wild, pull her pants off.”

I do, taking off her boots first and then stripping her bare. We both take in the lushness of her body, and I stroke down her perfect thighs.

“Get up, Cora,” Ezra says.

I help her to her feet, snickering at how wobbly she is. I fucking wrecked her. And god, I can’t wait to do it again.

He leads her down the row of tombstones and to a large, stone cross that’s taller than she is. With a smirk, I gather up Cora’s clothes and boots.

“Ezra.” She says it in protest, but she still lets him place her against it. “We’re going to hell for this.”

“Sounds better than heaven to me. Now get on your knees.”

She gives him a confused look. “Facing you? Or facing the cross?”

“Me, Moonflower. The only person you’ll worship tonight is me. And then I’m going to worship you.”

Cora lowers herself to her knees. She’s shivering, but she doesn’t complain. Instead, she focuses on undoing Ezra’s pants and pulling his cock out.

Running a hand through her hair, he steps closer to her. Cora licks her lips before running her tongue along the underside of his dick. One of her hands rests on his thigh, and she uses the other to stroke him as she sucks on the tip of his cock.

“No hands, Moonflower. Just your mouth.”

She obliges, folding both hands in her lap.

“Such a good girl,” Ezra murmurs as she takes as much of him into her mouth as she can.

As Cora continues to work up and down his dick, he leans forward and grabs onto the cross for balance. I can see just how tense he is, how hard it is for him to hold back so she can have control. We’ll see how long he lasts.

“I’m a fool for not having you do this years ago, Cora. Christ.” One of his hands drops to her head, fisting the hair at the back of her neck.

She lets out a squeak, working harder, like she knows what’s coming. Her head moves faster, and she tries to take him so deep that she gags.

“Fuck,” Ezra groans as she blinks back tears. He yanks her forward.