"Please what?" he teased. Ezinne let out a sweet moan in response. "Please fuck you?" he continued to tease, still tracing lines of fire on her skin. "Use your words, Red." "Yes, yes, fuck me," her words were half plea, half demand. "Please. I need you to eat me, and I need you inside me right now
~Ezinne~ I lay wrapped up in Malik's arms after the bliss of our intercourse, my heart continued to race from the intensity of it all. Although the air between us was still charged with unresolved issues, we had surrendered to the spontaneity of the moment. I enjoyed every bit of Malik's touch
I blinked in surprise, taken aback by his reaction. "Is what happening?" I echoed; my tone filled with confusion. He sighed heavily, his eyes drifting towards the suitcase that lay open on the bed, his expression darkening with seriousness. "I warned Malik, but he wouldn't listen. Now, what do
~Ezinne~ Minutes later, Delilah had finished adorning me in my attire, and I looked splendid in the reflection that greeted me from the mirror. While I was fully capable of dressing myself, Delilah's expert touch as a professional stylist made the experience distinctly enjoyable. I watched her
"Thank you, Your Highness," she said, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks. "You're the only one who has supported me like this. Kael is proud to be seen with me, but I've remained hidden in the shadows out of fear. My fellow servants constantly remind me of my lower status and that
~Ezinne~ Xavier's driving was as wild as his life— wild and exhilarating. But I enjoyed it. With the roof of his sleek Bentley retracted, the crisp air played mischievously with my hair, tossing it in joyful disarray. No one from our pack interfered or questioned our sudden departure; they likely
"Maybe you should apologize to her. It might help," I suggested. Xavier shook his head slowly, the shadow of regret darkening his features. "She wouldn't want to hear any apology. The way I rejected her was unforgivable. I wouldn't even forgive myself if I were in her shoes." I looked at Xavier
"I realize that now. Back then, I didn't see it that way," he admitted. As we drove, I felt a pull to comfort him. Tentatively, I reached toward his hand resting on his lap, hesitating momentarily—I wasn't sure how he would react to the gesture. Seeing his vulnerability, I decided to go ahead and