18. Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

MICAI'S POV

I pull myself up from the heavenly bubble bath, having soaked myself for god knows how long. My body is now fully relaxed as I dry off and make my way toward the sink.

I glance toward the large mirror sitting above it. It's at least four feet long and framed in gold ornate decorations before quickly glancing down at the clear marble countertop and then toward the floor. Had Ezra forgotten to put my clothes back?

Maybe he couldn't find one of those cleaning gel things, or maybe Creed wouldn't let him have one because it was for me. Stingy bastard.

Or maybe Annex had been more of a handful, and he had forgotten?

Either way, I couldn't just stand around naked.

I open the drawers where Ezra had taken out the teal towels and see if he left any clothes behind. Opening the second drawer, I find an oversized light grey t-shirt. It has a white metal guitar design on the front with ‘Fender' written under it.

I drop the damp towel around me to the floor and pull it over my head, the gentle t-shirt fabric falling to my thighs and three sizes too big. The neck hole falls to one side, leaving my left shoulder bare as it drapes from me and my more petite frame. The cotton fabric feels soft against my skin, a subtle scent of Ezra and fresh cotton seeping from it and surrounding me as I move toward the door.

Maybe I could borrow some shorts or pyjamas from Ezra if my clothes weren't ready?

I open the door, making my way into Ezra's room, and am met with a toned, bare torso, dark ink crawling along his chest and slightly draped over his right side. Ezra's hands freeze while unbuttoning his trousers.

It's not just his hands but his whole body that's become stiff.

I glance toward Ezra's face, his eyes trailing down my body and toward my bare thighs, a stuttered breath falling from his lips before his gaze meets mine. A heated look fills them as he watches me make my way over to him.

"I hope you don't mind," I call while brushing a hand down his shirt, my voice a little more breathy than I intended. "It was either this or a towel."

"Either one would suit you..." His words cut off, his brows furrowing as he glances back toward his door. "Shit. I forgot your clothes…Annex was—"

"I thought as much." I grin, cutting his words short as I stand beside him, my eyes drifting toward the tattoo trailing from his shoulder and down onto his chest. Rows upon rows of dark scale-like arrows trail down his chest and shoulder, geometric and perfect in their inky black shapes. It looked like an armour of ink moving down his skin, protecting him.

His hand rubs across the spot I'm looking at, a gentle glint in his eyes as he watches me.

"This…holds a lot of meaning to me." A flicker of sorrow takes over his eyes. It's there and gone in the flash of a second as he peers at the ink marring his skin. "But I'll save that long conversation for another day if that's okay?" There was a past and depth to Ezra I wanted to know about. But I wouldn't push him until he was ready.

We all had our dark pasts and buried pain, and only with time and patience could we repair those cracks together.

My fingers brush along his shoulder, following the strange pattern before he flinches under my touch. I pull my hand back slightly, but Ezra reaches out, taking my hand in his and pulling it back toward him. His eyes heat as he places it back on his chest.

The feel of his heart thrums beneath my fingers as I flex them against his skin, his breath slightly hitching with the movement as his lips part.

"I'm yours to touch and to do whatever you want to, Micai." His long fingers brush against mine. "I've wanted these soft hands on me for the longest time. You don't ever need to hold back with me." A blistering heat burns in his gaze, my heart picking up speed and mimicking his as I lean up, taking his lips in a soft kiss that soon turns all-devouring.

His hands slide up my waist, pulling me closer. I'm completely surrounded by his scent, his touch, and his taste on my lips as he intertwines his tongue with mine, consuming me whole with every twirl and stroke. I arch into him, my body wanting more as our tongues dance back and forth, becoming lost in the taste of one another.

His hands trail down my back, sliding down and over my ass before grasping it in his large hands.

Suddenly, he freezes, pulling back slightly as his eyes widen, his fingers still clutching my backside.

"Micai, you…" He swallows, a hooded look taking over every inch of his expression, "You're not wearing anything under that?"

A grin stretches my cheeks as I raise a brow. "A certain someone took all of my clothes, underwear included…" I slide a hand up his bare chest. "Now I'm thinking that was his plan all along."

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. "If only I was that smart." He murmurs as he leans closer, his lips softly brushing against mine before his tongue flicks out, my lips instantly parting as it dives inside, stroking and sliding against my own as the heat between my legs reaches new heights.

His hands fall to my hips before pulling me tightly into him. And that's when I feel it. The prominent bulge sitting thick and hard against me.

"I want you on my lips again, Micai." He pulls back slightly to watch me, the heat between my thighs growing with his words. "And coating every one of my goddamn fingers. I want every drop of your ecstasy rolling down my throat and dripping down my skin as you scream my name." He kisses along my jaw before trailing down my neck and shoulder, his hands sliding back and forth between my hips and waist, pulling the fabric up slightly as his movements become more fevered.

"I've wanted this moment and you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. I've never craved the heat of another body against my own as much I do yours, Micai."

One hand slides down lower and slips between my legs. His large fingers slide up my inner thigh, my core aching as they finally brush against me. His lips trail back up my neck as his fingers stroke a path back and forth between my wet folds, building a sweet rhythm that has my hips swaying with him.

A sexy grin stretches his cheeks as he leans down, his tongue swiping along the seams of my lips softly before I part them. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss as his fingers circle my core, dipping in a little and teasing me before slowly pushing inside. The new pressure adds to the orgasm his fingers are promising. His thumb also moves toward my clit and begins to rub circles into my sensitive nub, pulling a soft moan from my lips.

He builds a slow rhythm as his finger slides deeper inside me, curling up as it moves back and forth, the new sensation adding to the growing orgasm.

Ezra adds another finger, pulling another moan from my lips as he begins to work and stretch me slowly.

My hips begin to sway forward, meeting each of his thrusts as I chase the release from the tips of his fingers. He adds more pressure to his thumb, the pace of his fingers quickening as the orgasm rips through me, my body shaking and legs giving way before he catches me and moves me to the bed.

He kisses down my neck, slipping his fingers from me and stroking them back and forth through my folds, stretching the aftermath of my climax as my breath comes out in short pants, trembling under him.

He pulls back, taking those soft lips and magical fingers with him, a satisfied grin on them as he lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

He leans forward, gripping the hem of my shirt, his grin darkening as he quirks a brow toward me.

I nod, pulling myself up as he drags the t-shirt off, throwing it to the ground before laying back down and baring all before him.

His gaze trails down me, his eyes turning more molten before his brows quickly pinch together. A hesitant look begins to form in his gaze.

"Micai…Are you sure you're ready? I can wait if—"

"Ezra," I cut him off, my hand reaching for him. There was no way I was allowing him to stop now. "I wouldn't do something I wasn't ready for. I want this. And you."

A soft smile spreads on his lips, a gleam of bliss taking over his features before it quickly becomes hooded.

He slides from the bed, slowly pulling down his trousers and freeing himself completely. He stands bare before me, every inch of him more breathtaking than I imagined, and even bigger than I remember.

He climbs back into the bed, positioning himself above me and right where I want him, my hands brushing up his arms and spurring him on as they each drop to the side of my head.

I widen my legs as he bends down further, nuzzling my inner thigh with his thick cock before I part them further for him. I wrap my right leg around him, his hand gripping it instantly, stroking up and down my thigh as he kisses a trail up my chest. His tongue swirls and nips around my breasts before continuing to trail up toward my lips.

I cup his face as he reaches me, his gaze softening as our lips meet, with a kiss so passionate and loving, it has a soft moan vibrating through my chest.

Ezra pulls back, his breath mixing with mine and just as raspy as he leans his forehead against me. "We'll take it slow."

I give him a slight nod, his lips falling to my neck as I feel the tip of him enter me. My breath hitches, my heart beating out of my chest as he slowly enters me, the slight sting and ache of the first time in this body slightly catching me off guard and pulling a small hiss from my lips.

Ezra stills.

His body goes completely stiff over me as he slowly pulls back, panic and worry bleeding through his expression.

He goes to pull out of me fully, but I grip his arms and shake my head.

"I'm fine, Ez—"

"No, you're not. I knew I should have waited." His eyes flicker down between us and to where we're connected. "That wasn't a sound I ever want to hear leaving your lips when you're with me. I want to make you feel good, Micai, not be in pain."

His gaze fills with anguish and frustration before he tries to move again. But I quickly tighten the leg still wrapped around his hip and wrap my arms around his waist, holding him in place.

One tiny little sting, and he thinks he's hurt me, so he tries to run away.

Except I'm a woman made of stronger stuff. I want him, and this moment we are sharing. I don't want it to end because of a slight bit of discomfort that I know my body's already adjusting to.

Pain would fade, but this memory with him now would stay with me forever. He was re-writing all of my past experiences, replacing them with new and more beautiful ones I knew I would always treasure with them.

"I meant it when I said I want you, Ezra." I lean up, catching his lips in a soft kiss before pulling back and smirking. "Every girl's first time is a little sore, but it'll be worth the small bit of pain for the pleasure that will follow with you."

His eyes slightly widen, "I didn't know you…" A shaky breath falls from his lips as his eyes trail between us again. "I'm your first?"

I nod. In this life.

"I promise, I'll be gentle and go much slower—"

"Ezra." I cut him off. "Go slow, but…don't hold back with me. I want it all." I had already had a small taste of what Ezra and Annex were capable of. Even without sex, they managed to make me feel better than any other man in my previous life had, blowing all those past experiences out of the water.

His eyes turn heated as he nods, placing a light peck on my lips before quickly deepening it. His tongue swirls and strokes around mine as I feel him slowly pushing inside me, his movements slower and gentler than before. I feel each inch of him stretching me as a slight bit of pleasure begins to join the pain.

He slides a hand down between us, never stopping his slow movements, and begins to circle and stroke the tiny bundle of nerves between my legs.

The pleasure builds, growing higher than the pain as Ezra pushes a little deeper until he's fully seated inside me.

His kisses slow as he pulls back a fraction, his gaze meeting mine.

"I'm going to move now, Micai."

I wrap my leg tighter around him, giving him my answer. He grins, placing a peck on my lips before his hips pull back slowly, an emptiness taking over me, before he slowly slides back in. The sensation of being stretched and filled all at once has a moan leaving my lips as my back arches and my head tilts backward.

Ezra begins to set a slow and agonising pace, one that has me growling and moaning for more, wanting him to move faster and deliver the orgasm he's promising more quickly.

His hips roll back and forth, his hand sliding up my thigh to my hip as he continues to work my body into a heated frenzy. My body arches, strung tight like a bow, as my climax reaches its limits, each stroke and thrust of his dick stretching me perfectly and hitting all the right spots.

My arm wraps around him, pulling him toward me as my hips try to meet his slow thrusts, trying to quicken my impending climax.

"Micai." Ezra grunts, his pace slightly quickening as I match his rhythm.

I reach up, my lips meeting his as his final thrust sends us both over.

My orgasm explodes through me, my body bowing backward, my eyes seeing stars, my toes curling, and my lips opening to moan as every nerve ending trembles and shakes within me. The orgasm ripples through me, feeling like nothing I've ever experienced before.

And then something suddenly joins it, bursting through me and flowing to every toe and fingertip. A warmth moves through me like a wave, blanketing me in its soft embrace and spreading to every vein and pore. A feeling of belonging and rightness settles in me as Ezra nuzzles closer, slowly slipping from me as his arms wrap around me before he pulls me into him.

Our breathing is short and shallow, our hearts racing through our chests as we nuzzle in together with one another. The need to be wrapped in his arms and to be as close to him as I can, taking hold of me.

He pulls back slightly, his nose brushing across mine as a look of complete adoration takes over his expression. His eyes glisten with awe and affection as he watches me.

"I've never felt anything so amazing and perfect in my whole life, Micai. You're the epitome of perfection for me and complete me in a way I could never have even wished for."

He kisses the top of my head before trailing softly down to my lips, his breathing still a little breathy as his eyes meet mine. There is a slight look of awe in them as he leans closer and takes my lips in the softest kiss.

"I want everything you're willing to give me. Every drop and every piece of you that you're willing to share, no matter how scarred or broken you think it is, I want it all. I'll put them with my own. "

I gaze into his eyes, his sincerity bleeding through his expression as he watches me, waiting for some reaction.

I lean up, capturing his lips and showing him exactly how I feel with each twirl and stroke of my tongue, conveying to him how much I care for him with each of my actions. And how I won't be holding back with them any longer.

Ezra's lips are pink and plump from kissing as I grin and move back.

"I don't think I've ever given anyone all of me…maybe I thought no one would want me…" His lips part, but I place a finger over them, cutting him off as a smile stretches my lips. "But it's different now. With you and Annex…I want everything: every moment, every kiss, and every day. I want to know your favourite things to do and eat, your favourite music and movies, and this…" My hand slides down his chest, a sinful grin stretching his lips as I glance between us. "I want this too."

His lips brush against mine before I part them, deepening the kiss as his hands brush up my neck and palm my cheek.

I lean further into him, feeling him grow hard against me as our tongues dance back and forth.

And then a thought hits me, and I instantly pull back from him as his brows furrow in worry. Why hadn't I thought of it earlier? We hadn't used any protection, and I hadn't taken anything either.

Would Ezra have any contraceptive potions around? They were a house made up of guys. One of them had to have something I could take.

"What's wrong, Micai?" Worry pinches at Ezra's brows, pulling his lips into a deep frown. "Did I do something—"

"No, nothing like that." I shake my head while cutting him off.

How do I ask him that, though? In my past life, I was well-prepared when it came to the experiences I had. Never wanting to take the chance of catching something or getting pregnant for those morons.

I had never experienced sex like this. Something so passionate and loving…I had completely forgotten to take precautions.

"We…didn't use any protection. And I don't have any contraceptive potions…" I feel a heat creep up my neck as I peer at Ezra through my lashes. Why did I feel so embarrassed?

A sigh of relief tumbles from his lips before he quickly freezes, slowly pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as a hesitant look takes over his features.

"Creed keeps a drawer full of his own personal potions for when he goes out at night...And Annex and I may have taken a couple of them." His eyes meet mine as a pink tint coats his cheeks. "I promise, I wasn't expecting anything tonight." His words begin to speed up, a slight bit of worry laced through his voice. "But I thought I should be prepared, and the female contraceptive potion tastes horrible." His nose scrunches up with the thought. "And I don't mind taking the one for us guys because it—"

I lean up again, taking his lips in mine. I could see the care in his actions. He wanted me but also wanted to protect me.

Ezra always seems to put me first, realising what I sometimes need before even I do. His affection is warm and tender; a feeling that has embraced me effortlessly and wholly from the moment we met.

I had felt drawn to him from that first day in the Music classroom, not realising then what he would mean to me now.

They've created a space within themselves for me to rest, trusting me with not only their homes but their hearts. I could see it in every gesture and every soft smile.

And I wanted to do the same.

My fingers brush across Ezra's tattoo, a playful grin pulling at his lips as he pulls back slightly to watch me.

"It seems you like my ink?" He wriggles his brows as I grin before a more serious expression overtakes my features.

"Ezra." I take his hand in mine before sliding it down my waist and toward my hips, his grin growing wider as he watches me.

My hand stills with his over the marks on my hips.

"These…these aren't tattoos." I let go of his hand, allowing him to brush his fingers across the marks. "If I'm honest, I'm not sure what they are." His grin slowly fades as his brows draw down together.

"They appeared a couple of months ago. First these …" I gesture toward my hips. "And then the marks on my ankles. I'm not sure what they mean or why they have appeared on my body, but—"

He pulls himself up, sitting straighter in the bed and cutting my words off as worry flits through his gaze.

"What do you mean they appeared ? You didn't…get them done?" His brows furrow deeper on his face, his fingers reaching back toward my hips and brushing back and forth the marks there.

"They're not anything bad, Ezra. They don't cause me any pain or are anything ominous—"

"But you don't know that for sure. What if someone cursed you or—"

His eyes flicker back and forth imagining things as his expression quickly darkens. I climb up toward him, straddling him as I wrap my legs to each side of him, pulling his attention back toward me and away from whatever horrible thoughts he was having.

"I feel stronger since they've appeared, Ezra." I reach out, cupping his cheeks as fear bleeds into his gaze. I lean in further, making sure he can see the truth in my words.

"I was frail and weak before, constantly feeling sick and unable to even run properly, let alone defend myself."

His brows pinch together, a dark gleam growing in his eyes as I continue.

"But since they have appeared on my body, I've had strength and stamina like never before. I've felt more alive in the past two months than I have in years." I shake my head. "I don't know how to explain it, but I feel a connection and familiarity with them. They're not something dangerous, and they won't hurt me." I brush my fingers along his cheeks. He instantly leans into my touch. "I feel like they're a part of me, almost like a piece of me was missing before they appeared. They won't harm me, Ezra. Please trust me."

He pauses for a moment, looking deep into my eyes before sighing and nodding. "If you're sure."

"I am. I don't know much about them and am trying to find out what they mean…" I sigh. "It just hasn't been the easiest to do with everything going on these days."

Ezra places both hands on my hips as a soft smile pulls at my cheeks. He brushes his fingers back and forth on my marks, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.

"If you'll let me, I can help. I mentioned before that I have a few connections and people who could help get some answers. That is, if you want it?"

A relief settles over me, the thought of Ezra helping eases some of the worry I had been carrying with his words.

I nod. "But I don't want others to know about them."

His grin reappears. "Micai, I will never do anything you don't want. You're my first priority. No one will ever know something you don't want them to with me around."

A small smile stretches my cheeks as he leans in, taking my lips in a tender kiss that quickly becomes heated. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss before Ezra pulls back slightly. His lips red and breath choppy before he opens them.

"Micai, are you sure you're okay to…?" His eyes trail down my body, a slightly heated look taking over his gaze before he shakes his head.

Was he worried about my body? That because it had been my first time— in this life —that I wouldn't be able to go again?

How wrong he was.

I wanted this and him more than he realised—more than even I had realised. I had enjoyed every second of it and every inch of him.

My body in this life was also much stronger than before. And a little bit of pain like that was nothing to me. I had experienced broken bones more times than I can count and years of torture. A little sting and discomfort wouldn't stop me.

I slide my hand down his abs slowly, his breath slightly hitching as I slip further down his torso and toward his already hard dick.

"Micai—" A grunt cuts off his words, my name turning into a soft groan as I stroke him slowly. It twitches under my touch, a smile forming on my lips as I enjoy his reactions.

"How could I not want this?" I call, stroking him as I lean down and place a kiss on his tip as a stuttering breath falls from his lips.

"Ezra…" I call, placing a light kiss against each ab as I kiss a trail back up his body, my hands still moving back and forth, making him grunt and groan.

"I want you..." I shift back, taking my hands with me before placing one on his chest. A questioning look takes over his heated expression as my grin widens.

It's time I show him how much I want him.

I push him back, his head hitting the pillow as his eyes widen before turning smouldering. He watches me, his breath coming out in short cute little pants as I grip his cock, the huge length twitching as I place him right where I need him.

I let him feel the effect he's been having on me and the wet now pooling between my legs for him. A hiss leaves his lips as his hard dick meets my heated core.

" Fuck."

"That's the plan," I say, the thrum and need for him building higher and spurring me on as I feel the tip of him enter me.

I take one last heated look and hitched breath from Ezra before I push down further, taking him in and feeling his girth stretch me deliciously again. This time, there was no ache or discomfort. My body already recovered and ready to enjoy him fully.

I slide down further, taking him inch by inch as his hands grip my hips tighter.

"Micai…Fuck. Fuck —" His words cut off on a husky grunt, the sexy sound rolling down my back and spurring me on as I move further down him. My hips sway as the need for him consumes me. Then I push a little more, feeling him fill me fully as satisfaction thrums through me.

My core clenches around him, enjoying the full feeling before I begin to move again.

I roll my hips once, pulling a deep grunt from him. A playful grin laces my lips as I still, and meet his gaze, relishing each reaction he gives me.

His eyes narrow as I roll my hips again and again, pulling another soft grunt from him before stopping each time. His grip on my hips tightens as a growl-like noise leaves his lips with impatience.

A playful grin soon stretches his cheeks before he quickly thrusts upward, pulling a moan from me. His grin darkens, a gleam in his eye before I place a hand on his chest, stopping his next thrust with a swivel of my hips.

Another breathy groan leaves his throat as I slowly pull myself up and from him. Ezra's hands grip my hips, trying to keep me in place. His heated gaze meets mine with a curious look, until I slide back down, taking him fully in one push.

I begin to roll my hips, chasing another orgasm as Ezra comes undone below me, my name like a plea leaving his lips and begging me for more. The thought has me picking up my pace, his grunts growing louder as I move. Ezra begins to buck upward, meeting each of my strokes with his own thrusts.

I can feel the orgasm building again, my body reaching its limits as Ezra joins my movements. My skin feels too tight and sensitive as Ezra bucks forward one final time before the orgasm rips through me. My back arches, my head falling back as I call out Ezra's name, feeling him join me and come undone inside me.

His hands slide up my waist, yanking me down toward him and pulling me flush against his chest as we ride the aftermath of our climaxes together.

His lips meet mine in a searing kiss, his hands brushing up and down my back, as I lay against him.

He pulls back, a soft grin across his lips as he twists us around, slipping out of me and positioning me softly against the pillow beside him.

A content sigh falls from me as he wraps his arms around me, his warmth surrounding me as his voice whispers soft musings of affection.

My eyes begin to close, and a feeling of complete satisfaction and tenderness overcomes me as I fall asleep, Ezra's heartbeat a steady rhythm as I slowly drift off.