𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

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I nearly shrieked as Ezekiel's hand gripped my waist, effortlessly lifting me off the ground.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, trying to sound angry, though my heart raced wildly.

He smirked, holding me close as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms clinging to the back of his neck. “Your father already left for work,” he murmured, his gray eyes gleaming with mischief. Last night had been…a test of patience. With my father sleeping just next door, we’d been forced to keep a respectful distance, despite every look and every touch that said otherwise.

“And what exactly are you planning, Morganthe?” I teased, my voice dropping to a playful whisper.

He leaned in, his smirk deepening. “Just catching up on the time we missed.”

My breath hitched as his lips brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. The scent of his cologne, a mix of cedarwood and something spicy, filled my senses, intoxicating and heady. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?" I whispered, my voice laced with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against my skin. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, a familiar comfort that sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. "Don't worry, my Akira," he murmured, "I have a few ideas." He turned, his gaze meeting mine, and the playful glint in his eyes was replaced by something deeper, something that made my heart skip a beat. The intensity of his gaze was like a physical touch, making my skin tingle.

"I've been dreaming of you," I finally whispered, my voice barely audible.

He leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine. The warmth of his breath tickled my skin, sending a wave of anticipation through me. "Tell me about your dream," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

My breath caught in my throat as his lips grazed the shell of my ear, causing a cascade of shivers to ripple down my spine. The waft of his cologne, a captivating blend of cedarwood and a hint of spiciness, enveloped me in a heady and intoxicating haze.

I shut my eyes, transported back to the vivid memories of my dream last night, where his touch sparked a fiery inferno within me, escalating with each passing moment. Recollections of his fingers tracing the contours of my nape, the searing imprint of his lips meeting mine in a breath-stealing kiss, flooded my senses with acute clarity, as if it were a scene unfolding in the present moment.

"Akira, tell me about your dream."

I trembled as he playfully licked my earlobe.

"Ezekiel,"

"Yes, my Akira. I want to hear the sweet melody of my name upon your lips, as I fulfill your desires with my mouth, fingers, or with every inch of my cock. I yearn to make love to you, yet a fear lingers that you might drift away from me once more."

Taking a deep breath, I felt a whirlwind of desire and apprehension bubbling up inside me. The longing and intensity in his eyes, mixed with vulnerability, erased any doubts I had. Running my fingers through his hair, I pulled him close to me, savoring the moment.

"I apologize for what happened that day. I understand you were hurt. I no longer fear you, Ezekiel," I whispered with determination. "I crave you in every way possible. Your touch, your lips, your love for me. I want to belong to you completely."

His eyes softened, relief washing over his features. He kissed me with a hunger that matched my own, leading me to my room and firmly closing the door behind us.

As we sank onto the bed, being mindful not to crush me, our tongues continued their dance to the rhythm of our beating hearts. Taking a pause from the kiss, he removed his t-shirt, shorts, and boxers, setting his hardened manhood free and ready to please me.

Following suit, I removed my clothing, but he stopped me midway.

"Allow me," he murmured, planting kisses on my exposed belly.

"No foreplay today, Morganthe. I want you now!"

He chuckled, then swiftly removed my remaining clothing. Pulling him close, I wrapped my legs around his back, letting out a moan as he entered me slowly, though I craved a faster pace.

He groaned as I grasped his buttocks and raised my hips to meet his thrusts.

"Damn it, Akira!"

His eyes shut, and I yearned to see them open.

"Look at me, Ezekiel. I want to see your eyes."

Slowly, he complied, revealing desire-filled, red eyes. My fears dissolved as I kissed him passionately.

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As I continued to thrust into her with increasing intensity, Akira's moans of pleasure spurred me on.

"I might reach my peak soon, Akira, and I'll have to drink from you," I murmured as I sensually licked her neck.

"A bite? Are you a dog or something?" she quipped, prompting a nearly amused response from me. Despite the distraction, I intensified my movements and indulged in a light nip on her neck.

"No, Akira, I'm a vampire," I revealed as I locked eyes with her, bracing myself for the usual fear. To my surprise, she met my gaze with anticipation rather than dread.

"Why didn't you bite me Hawaii?" she inquired, causing me to slow my pace slightly as it was difficult to engage in conversation while in the throes of passion.

"I did. In fact, you already bear the mark of a vampire's mate," I explained, gradually resuming my movements with more vigor.

"Huh? Vampire's mate?" Akira responded, clearly intrigued by my revelation.

"Allow me to demonstrate," I suggested, once again lavishing attention on her neck with gentle licks before thrusting into her with renewed fervor.

With another moan of my name escaping her lips, Akira expressed her imminent climax.

"Eze, I'm about to…"

As the ecstasy built within me, I felt my fangs emerge and I instinctually sank them into her neck. Her reaction was not one of pain but of overwhelming pleasure.

"Oh, Eze—oh God," she cried out in ecstasy as I drank her blood, savoring its sweetness like honey. After drinking my fill, I licked the wounds clean, watching in amazement as they swiftly healed, leaving no trace of the intimate moment we had shared.

As I gazed into Akira's eyes, my heart swelled with love, and I couldn't hold back the words any longer. "Akira, I love you," I confessed, my voice laced with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. The weight of my feelings had been pressing on me for so long, but now that the words had escaped my lips, I felt a sense of relief wash over me.

Akira's gaze met mine, and for a moment, my heart clenched with fear. I had bared my soul to her, unsure of how she would respond. But then, as she spoke those three little words back to me, my heart soared. "I love you too, Morganthe," she confessed, her words wrapping around my heart like a warm embrace.

I was stunned, unable to fully process the depth of emotion in her words. I stared at her in disbelief, the realization sinking in that the woman I had fallen for felt the same way about me. Akira's laughter broke through my reverie, and before I could react, she leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on my lips.

Her playful comment about my arousal brought a tinge of color to my cheeks, but I couldn't help but chuckle at her observation. "Well, what can I say? You have that effect on me, Akira," I replied with a smile, feeling a wave of warmth and love wash over me.

With a renewed sense of closeness and connection, I held her close, grateful for the love and acceptance she had shown me. The fear and uncertainty that had plagued me for so long seemed to fade away in her presence, replaced by a deep sense of contentment and happiness.

As we lay together, entwined in each other's arms, I knew that I had found something truly special with Akira, and I cherished every moment we shared, both in moments of passion and in moments of quiet intimacy.