Ezra’s pov
She is a f*****g piece of art.
I looked at her, her black hair scattered across the pillow.
Her beautiful body graces her bed and sheets.
I took off my tie, not taking my eyes off her.
I watched how she followed my every movement, and I couldn’t decide.
I couldn’t decide which view of her I liked best.
The one I had today when I saw her wearing that dress and the necklace I gave her.
The one who was riding on me on that couch with eyes filled with lust.
Or this view of her, on my bed, half naked and looking like a f*****g goddess.
I threw my jacket and shirt away, then my belt followed, and I took off my shoes and climbed on the bed.
She didn’t flinch.
A monster was coming towards her, and yet she didn’t flinch.
Her confidence in me, I could feel it taming t
