Ezra’s pov
For the past few years, I thought sleeping without knowing where Diana was would be the most torturous thing I had ever had to go through.
I would spend hours and hours trying to think of places she could have gone to hide.
And all that time, I thought it was hard.
But now, now that she is here sleeping on top of me, I realize how wrong I was.
Trying to sleep with a hard-on is probably the hardest thing ever.
I am in pain and deliciously so.
She is pressed against me, snoring lightly to show that she has drifted off to sleep.
How can she sleep in such a situation?
Gosh, I want to f**k her.
I want to kiss every inch of her body.
I want to see that look of lust and desire turn into satisfaction and pleasure.
I want to hear her moan for real, like the small one
