Clementine.
He was once my saviour, now he's my captor.
Ezekiel Ambrose doesn't hide who he is. Unlike me he's proud being a monster.
Cruel.
Popular.
Devilishly handsome.
Sinner.
Ezekiel
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Ezekiel Ambrose's lips are on mine.
Ezekiel freaking Ambrose is kissing me and I'm letting him. His mouth is smashed against my agape ones, his tongue tasting mine, his lips mashed against mine like if he were to pull away, he'd be sacrificing himself to the arms of death.
It feels different from what I expected his lips to feel like. They're soft.. nice? The way he kisses me is so much more different than what I would've ever imagined. I dreamed of this moment more times than I could count.
He's rough with me, but gentle at the same time. I didn't realize his arm were completely wrapped around mine until I scream inside his mouth when his hand sneak inside my shirt, his fingers clamping over my nipple.
I allow him to have his way with me, feasting on my lips as I stand still, unsure of what to do, afraid to make a mistake. Even if I tell him no, it's not like he would let me go, not with the grip he has around my body like he has every right to touch me the way he does.
He kisses me like it's his last kiss, like I'm his one and only love, like life itself has no meaning had I not been born. He's out to devour to me, to carve hearts into my very soul until it's the only thing I'll ever know.
I've never been touched like this. My whole entire life people walked around me like I was a porcelain doll on the edge of the shelf. No one ever and I mean, ever, touched me the way he did.
His hand moves down to cup my nape and he pulls me sharply against him. There's so much anger and violence in this kiss, but also want. Like he needs me more than oxygen. Like I'm his oxygen.
He kisses me like he's fucking me—raw, angry, rough—stealing my breath in the process of fully claiming me with his mouth and skilled tongue.
His tongue invaded my mouth forcefully, dominating every inch of space inside.It was an assertive and possessive kiss that left no room for doubt about who was in charge here.
My legs wobble beneath me, wanting nothing but to collapse onto the pavement. If it weren't for his arm secured tightly around my waist, pressing my body into his and inviting me to feel his growing erection on my lower belly, I would've fainted from how hard he was kissing me.
After what felt like entirety in heaven, he releases my lips, a small trail of saliva connecting from our lips.
His eyes entrap me into a world full of pain and war, showcasing a whole new world behind his soulless irises.
My gaze slides down his face to his chest, then widen. Blood. Lots of it. The pleasure I felt from before was gone and replaced with fear. What the hell was he doing before coming here? Scratch that, what was he doing here? Luxe wasn't his scene.
I would've saw him had he ate there, anyway. It's impossible to ignore someone as tall as Ezekiel.
Before I could even react properly and maybe take off into a run, his hands shoot out and clamp over my wrists. His face remains stoic as he drags me past my parked car and into the direction of his, parked three cars down from mine.
