The sunlight cut through the heavy curtains like a blade, hitting the tangled sheets where Ezra lay spent and trembling.
His skin was still slick with sweat. The memory of Lorenzo's hands- rough and commanding- etched into every nerve. The ache between his legs was sharp, a dull burn that reminded him exactly where Lorenzo had claimed him last night.
A rough weight shifted beside him, heat radiating across his bare back.
"Wake up," Lorenzo growled low, voice thick with sleep and something darker.
Ezra's eves fluttered open to find Lorenzo watching him with a predator's intensity. His dark eyes were heavy-lidded but still filled with that raw hunger, that undeniable claim.
"Morning," Ezra croaked, voice hoarse and raw.
Lorenzo smirked. the kind of smile that made Ezra's stomach twist with both fear and want.
"You're awake," he said, his fingers trailing slow, deliberate circles over Ezra's hip.
"Good. I was wondering how much damage I did."
Ezra's breath hitched, every nerve buzzing under that touch. "You did your job," he murmured, voice low.
"Yeah?" Lorenzo grinned, sliding closer until his body pressed firmly against Ezra's back. His breath warmed Ezra's ear, "Because I don't feel like I'm done with you."
Ezra's fingers dug into the sheets, heart hammering. "I'm not finished either."
Lorenzo's hand slid beneath the covers fingertips teasing the sensitive skin at the base of Ezra's spine.
"Tell me," Lorenzo whispered, "Did you dream about me? About this?"
Ezra hesitated, then admitted, "Every fucking second."
Lorenzo chuckled darkly. "Good. Because you're going to get a lot more than dreams."
Lorenzo shifted, rolling Ezra onto his back with a fierce urgency that made Ezra gasp. His hands pinned Ezra's wrists above his head, a claim that was rough but electric.
"You think you can handle me?" Lorenzo demanded, voice low and dangerous.
Ezra met his gaze, defiance flashing bright, "Try me."
The don's lips crushed down on his, harsh and claiming, teeth grazing Ezra's bottom lip until he moaned, head falling back.
"Good answer," Lorenzo whispered against his mouth before moving down Ezra's jawline, nipping and sucking bruises into his skin.
Ezra's body arched instinctively, hips pushing up, desperate for more contact.
"Tell me what you want," Lorenzo growled between kisses, his hands roaming over every inch of Ezra's body.
Ezra's breath caught, eyes fluttering shut, "I want you to take control."
A slow, dark laugh rumbled from Lorenzo's chest. "Oh, I intend to."
The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, whispered curses, and skin sliding over silk sheets. Lorenzo's hands explored, teasing, pinching, marking every sensitive spot.
He took his time- knowing exactly how to draw out Ezra's need.
Lorenzo's mouth found Ezra's nipples biting lightly before flicking his tongue over the peaks. Ezra gasped, fingers digging into Lorenzo's shoulders.
"Do you like that?" Lorenzo murmured against his skin.
"Fuck, yes," Ezra moaned.
Lorenzo's fingers slid between Ezra's thighs, stroking slow, deliberate circles around his entrance, teasing him mercilessly.
"God, you're so fucking sensitive," Lorenzo whispered.
Ezra shuddered. "Please, Lorenzo.. harder."
With a wicked grin, Lorenzo complied. His finger slipped inside, curling and pressing, making Ezra cry out.
"You want me to fuck you?" Lorenzo asked, voice thick.
"Yes- please."
Without warning, Lorenzo flipped Ezra onto his knees, gripping his hips with rough, bruising hands.
"Say it," Lorenzo commanded, breath hot against Ezra's neck.
"What?" Ezra whispered, heart pounding.
"Tell me to stop if you want. But if you don't- say it loud."
Ezra swallowed hard, trembling with need, "Don't stop,'" he begged.
A grin spread over Lorenzo's face as he pushed in deep and hard, setting a merciless pace.
"Louder."
"Don't stop! Please, Lorenzo- fuck me harder!"
Lorenzo's hands gripped Ezra's hips with fierce determination, nails digging in just enough to leave bruises. His body pressed flush against Ezra's back, every inch of him taut with need and control.
He sank in deeper, slow at first, making Ezra gasp and shudder beneath him.
"Feel that?" Lorenzo growled, voice rough, "You're mine. Every inch."
Ezra could only nod, breath hitching as Lorenzo started to move- slow, torturous thrusts that made his body coil tight with pleasure and want.
But then, without warning, Lorenzo picked up the pace- harder, faster.
"Fuck," Ezra cried out, fingers clawing at the sheets. "Lorenzo- harder- please- ahh~"
Lorenzo's hands slid down, gripping Ezra's waist like a vice, pulling him flush with every powerful thrust.
"You want it harder, huh?" Lorenzo's voice was low, dripping with menace and need, "You want me to ruin you?"
"Yes! Fuck me harder! I'm yours- ahh- please!"
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with Ezra's desperate moans and Lorenzo's deep groans.
Lorenzo's hips slammed into Ezra with brutal force, relentless and unforgiving. Every movement was a claim, a declaration, a reminder of the power he held over Ezra's body and mind.
"Say it," Lorenzo demanded, voice rough, "Tell me who owns you."
"I'm yours! I'm yours!" Ezra gasped, his voice breaking under the pressure, body trembling on the edge.
Lorenzo's pace didn't falter. He fucked into Ezra harder, faster, the raw intensity making them both lose themselves in the moment.
"Come for me," Lorenzo growled.
Ezra's world shattered in white-hot waves muscles clenching around Lorenzo, his cries filling the room.
Lorenzo followed, releasing deep inside with a guttural roar, his body shuddering as he collapsed over Ezra's back, both of them spent and trembling.
Breathless, Ezra looked over his shoulder, "What now?"
Lorenzo's eyes glittered, dangerous and dark. "Now? Now we see if you can survive what comes next."
Ezra smirked, feeling more alive than ever. "I'm ready."
Lorenzo pulled him close, voice soft but firm."Good. Because once you're in, there's no going back."