𝐄𝐳𝐫𝐚 | 18+

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mature content

Once we cleaned up the kitchen, we we headed back upstairs, without racing since we would cause a racket and wake everyone up. Nonna would probably murder us if we woke her again. She needs her beauty sleep.

As soon as we reach the room, we enter and Ezra closes the door. I throw myself onto the bed and bounce a few times.

My senses come alert when I hear the lock of the door.

I immediately shoot up and see Ezra smirking at me. I narrow my eyes at him as he takes long strides to reach me, sipping off his shirt. I admire the fine lines of ink decorating his torso, and the sculpted muscles adorning his body before meeting his gaze again. Something about his eyes had shifted, as if they'd turned predatory.

"What's this?" I ask softly as Ezra lowers himself above me, the bed dipping beside me. He simply hums in response, before connecting his lips to mine. He gently holds the side of my face as his tongue caresses mine. I reach up and fist a handful of his hair, resulting in him groaning softly upon my lips.

His hands find my waist as his other supports his body above mine. Without removing his lips from mine, he lets his fingertips graze the skin of my waist. Goosebumps flood my body, a sensation of tingles spreading from the center of my body.

He seems to notice, because he chuckles softly.

"Shut up." I mumble, pulling him closer to me as we devour each other, our kiss becoming more intense. His fingers skim my bra and I gasp when they push underneath the rim of it, not enough to touch the aching flesh of my breast. I arch my back to get some sort of friction from his warm hands, but he slips them out of my shirt instead.

"Ezra," I moan softly as his lips separate from mine, enclosing instead on the skin under my ear. He runs his hand up and down my waist slowly, before treading his fingertips inside of my pants, tracing my hips. His hot skin leaves a warm sensation on mine as he drags his hand over my clothed heat, only to remove his hands from my pants, teasing me. I whine and tug on his hair. In return he bites down on my earlobe. I arch my chest into his as he grips the hem of my shirt.

"Is this okay?" He whispers.

"Yes." I breathe, letting my eyes fall shut. He lifts himself from my neck and slips my shirt off my body.

"Open your eyes, bellissima. Look at me." I open my eyes to find the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on, straddling my legs. Ezra's truly beautiful. I don't know how else to put it.

He smiles softly, leaning down to kiss me again. His hand trails behind me and stops at the strap of my bra. As he kisses me, he fiddles with it and I know he's had it when he sighs impatiently against my lips. I giggle.

"Can't unclip a bra? What a turn off." I tease him, reaching behind me to unclip it for him. He grumbles something before slipping my bra off, his short temper getting the best of him.

His eyes land on my breasts, as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. He encloses his lips around my neck, sucking and licking my skin as he gives me hickeys. Nothing a little foundation can't cover. Both of his hands travel up from my waist until meeting my breasts.

They fit perfectly in his warm hands as he massages them, running his thumbs above my hard nipples.

"If you cover these..." He mumbles against my throat, talking about the hickeys, as his hot breath sends a chill down my spine. "I will throw your foundation out of the window and leave hickeys all over your body so you can't cover them." He finishes. I let out a breathy chuckle.