My Immortal Luna

Forbidden Kisses

Eleanor

Ezra’s touch was like molten heat, branding my skin.

I didn’t think it could get hotter than that.

I was till gasping from the quick pain from him popping my hip back in place and didn’t even question why he hadn’t let go yet.

With my teeth biting on the inside of my lip, I turned to tell him thank you, when I saw him swallow, his eyes trained on my hip with a look in them.

I didn’t get a chance to read the look in those eyes when he leaned down, and a moan left me as his lips touched my skin.

“Ezra..” I moaned again, when he didn’t stop at on kiss, but placed another, this time open mouthed and slightly wet.

Heat spread to my n*****s which had already grown hard from when he had lifted me in his arms, making them even harder so they almost hurt, and from there, moved to my p***y.

I instinctively clenched, confused at how just him kissing me on the hip could affect me like so.

He sucked, growling as he squeezed the side of my ass.

I jerked in pleasure, whimpering when he raised his head and turned to look at me.

The emotion pooling in his eyes like liquid ice was not hidden.

Desire.

In the years since I had known Ezra, I had managed to avoid thinking about him in any way, except as Carden’s nephew, who hated him, and with whom I reciprocated the feelings for.

Right now, looking in those eyes, I couldn’t see Carden’s nephew, but a man. A man who I desperately wanted his lips on me again.

But this time against my own lips.

Tentatively, I reached for his face, my lips parting when his five o’clock shadow grazed my palm, sending shoots of goosebumps down my arm.

“Beetle...” his voice sounded hoarse. And for the first time, I wouldn’t have wanted him to call me anything else. “I’m sorry. I just...I just couldn’t help it.” he murmured, leaning even closer, his eyes still dark with desire, drawing me in.

“I wasn’t complaining,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I also drew closer. “In fact...” my heart thudded in my chest, loud enough for both of us to hear.

“In fact what?” Ezra whose hand was still on my hip, squeezed the flesh, sending another jolt of heat sizzling through me.

“I...” gosh... . “I want you to kiss me.”

Surprise lit in his eyes, but he said nothing, his eyes falling to my lips.

My heart continued to thud, and for a moment I thought he was going to back away, but I heard him curse, just before his lips crashed against mine.

A moan tore through me as his lips molded against mine perfectly in a soft kiss that made my toes curl.

Fuck.

Fuck.

His other hand which had been by his side, reached into my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling making me tilt my head do he could slant his lips against mine properly.

He tasted of coffee, with a slight hint of alcohol, and then a taste which I instinctively knew was purely Ezra.

I couldn’t get enough, pressing into him the more as I parted my lips at will so his tongue could slip in.

The moment it did, a delicious shiver worked it’s way up my spine.

The kiss was slow. So slow it felt like we were learning how we tasted, how we felt.

My wolf who hadn’t been so active since Zach surged forward, pressing for more.

I could only oblidge, slipping both hands around Ezra’s neck so I could pull him closer and bask in his scent and taste.

Ezra growled when I bit his bottom lip and sucked hard on the full flesh. I hadn’t been kiss like this ever.

The kiss went from slow to demanding.

My biting him seemed to have triggered something feral in him and I wasn’t complaining.

In a swift move, he pulled me into his lap, adjusting my legs so I could straddle him.

The position brought my breasts flat against his chest and my p***y directly on his hard member.

As if acknowledging my presence, his c**k twitched, hitting me at just the right spot, and a moaned, flexing my p***y around him.

“f**k!” Ezra growled breaking the kiss, his fingers holding my hip in a tight grip. “Don’t ask for what you won’t be able to handle, Beetle.”

I smirked, despite my lust-filled haze, utterly enjoying the effect I had on him.

“Do what?” I asked, pretending to look confused. “This?” I flexed around him again, moaning myself.

“f*****g hell, beetle...” he growled, his cheek going red, as he buried his head in the crook of my neck.

It was hot as hell, seeing him flushed, with his lips red and swollen, and his thick hair completely disheveled.

An image of me spread on the bed, as Ezra pounded into me, flashed in my head, and I visibly shivered, my cheeks and neck stinging.

I was grateful he couldn’t see me.

“I’m sorry.” I said with a small chuckle, trying to push the image away. I slipped my hand into his hair and just enjoyed the feeling as it slid through my fingers.

Ezra stilled. “f**k!” he cursed. “We really shouldn’t have done that.”

I didn’t grow still just because of this words, but because of his tone.

He sounded closely like he regretted it.

My throat closed up, and I looked for words. “Yeah... and you still have your arms around me.” I teased.

Big mistake.

Ezra pulled me off him, getting to his feet, his expression one that caused something to twist inside of me.

“Ezra....” I tried, but he only turned away from me, going to the small bar where he picked up a bottle of what looked like whiskey.

“Your hip must be healed right? Or should I give you some time before you can go back to your room?”

My ears rang.

My heart stopped.

“What?” I heard myself ask, as dread curled around my chest.

Nothing.

He continued to drink like I wasn’t there.

Only when I searched for his link did I realize what he was doing.

He had shut me out.

I quietly got to my feet, righting my clothes and hair, and stormed out of the room, my body too numb to even be angry.