Ezren’s POV
Ezren’s head dropped back, and he growled low, wanting Freya to keep touching him. He had wanted that for so long. Many nights, he dreamt of her and touched himself. Not going to another woman. Knowing there would never be another who could satisfy him but her.
Since that night in the garden at the campaign party, he had come undone by her. Seeing the desire, feeling her body yield to his demands had been intoxicating. Her scent of arousal was all he could think about for weeks. He’d never had such a primal need to wipe another male’s scent from her skin as that night. He rocked his hips into her hold. He couldn’t lie to himself; there had been another night in his apartment when he’d taken her hard from behind. He wanted to mark her so badly his skin burned, but couldn’t bec
