Chapter 75 47 Missed Calls

• Ezekiel pressed a soft kiss on my neck, his lips warm against my skin as his hands guided my hips to move. With each motion, I felt him deeper, his presence filling me completely.
• My fingers tangled in his hair as his head brushed against my neck, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. Our rhythm started slow and deliberate, each thrust a tantalizing tease. Then, suddenly, the pace grew rough, only to ease back to something gentle.
• He leaned in, kissing me softly, yet the intensity of our connection was anything but soft. My lower half was slick, a mix of passion and release.