The One Who Got Away?

Holding her cheek with his strong hand as he kissed her, Ezra Queen felt he had been there before and he would be there again. He couldn’t control himself. She was the same woman he had tried his best not to look at that afternoon on their way to the mansion; now, he is settled on her lips, savoring it like it was a goblet of wine. Like it was some kind of treasure he couldn't dare put away. Like it needed to be cared for, and that was what he was doing. Taking care of it like it deserved. Like it was intended to be placed inside of his.

As he rocked his tongue into hers like the monster he is or is about to become, his hand combed through her hair. He made an effort to maintain control, but he was failing. Perhaps it was the taste of her or the scent of her perfume that kept him from moving, but he just didn't want to be free. Not yet.

She was always filled with innocence when he looked at her, and he has tried to avoid shattering that innocence. But how could he not? Tonight, just