Wren
My heart is in my throat, blood rushing through my body. I can’t think, I can’t speak. My skin feels on fire, every nerve ending fired up.
I adjust myself on the pillows, and watch Ezra stalk towards me. His sweats ride low on his hips, peeking at the deep ‘V’ that leads to the part of him that I’ve only touched.
His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, eyes never leaving mine. His heated stare burns a trail up my body, leaving licks of flame in their wake.
The air cackles with tension and desire so thick I can taste it on my tongue.
“Are you sure, Birdie?” Ezra places his hand on the bed, his weight sinking it slightly.
I shudder. “Yes, please.”
A low chuckle leaves his lips, and settles in my tummy like liquid warmth.
“So polite.” He crawls up the bed, and my legs raise
