CHAPTER 40

CHAPTER 40

DORIAN

The condom was gone. The lube was nearly empty. And Ezra—sweet, innocent Ezra—was sprawled across my lap, face flushed, lips red from my kisses, thighs trembling from being split open by me for the first time.

And he still wanted more.

“Dorian,” he whispered, voice shaky but greedy. “I… I want again.”

I froze. My cock twitched, still half-hard. A laugh rumbled low in my chest, dark and unholy.

“You’re insatiable,” I muttered, brushing sweat-damp curls from his forehead. “Virgin blood, and you want a second round?”

His blush deepened, but he didn’t look away. He bit his lip, and fuck, that was my undoing.

God help me—I loved it.

I’d taken his first. And now, staring at him like this, I knew one thing with twisted certainty: I’d be his last too. No one else would ever touch him. Not Nico. Not that boy, Eros. No one.

Only me.

Always me.

“Ride me,” I commanded, voice thick with lust.

His eyes widened. “Wh-what?”

“You heard me.” I gripped his waist, pulled him closer until my cock brushed against his sore entrance. He gasped, trembling. “Get on top. Show me how badly you want to be corrupted.”

He whimpered, hips shifting nervously. “I-I don’t know how—”

“You’ll learn.” My hand slid up, cupping the back of his neck, my thumb pressing lightly against his throat. “You want me inside you again? You’ll ride me for it.”

Ezra swallowed hard, but his body betrayed him. He nodded.

“Good boy.”

I laid back against the headboard, propping myself up, and stroked myself slowly until I was hard again. Ezra watched, lips parting, his mouth literally watering.

“Fuck, Ezra,” I growled. “Get over here.”

He crawled onto my thighs, trembling but determined. I helped him line up, my hands steadying his hips.

“Slow,” I instructed. “Take me in yourself.”

He bit his lip again, lowered himself, and cried out as the head pushed past his rim.

“Ohhh—Dorian—”

“Shh.” My grip on his hips tightened. “Keep going.”

His eyes squeezed shut, face scrunching as he sank down inch by inch, stretching around me again. His little whimpers filled the room, each one making me harder.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I groaned, watching him struggle to take all of me. “Look at you. Taking me so well. My perfect boy.”

Ezra moaned, thighs shaking, until finally he bottomed out. He slumped against my chest, panting.

“It’s so… full,” he whispered.

“Good.” I spanked him once, sharp and quick, making him jolt. “Now move.”

He gasped. “Dorian—”

“Ride me, Ezra.” My hand squeezed his throat again, gentle but firm enough to make his cock twitch. “Bounce on my cock until you can’t think.”

His blush deepened, but he obeyed. Slowly, awkwardly at first, he lifted his hips and sank back down.

The friction made him moan loud, head falling back. “Ohhh—”

“That’s it,” I growled, guiding his hips. “Faster. Take me like you mean it.”

He picked up speed, the wet slap of skin filling the room, his voice breaking with every thrust down.

“Dorian—I—fuck—”

“Language,” I warned, spanking him again. His ass clenched around me so tightly I almost lost it.

“Sorry!” he gasped, but he was grinding harder now, chasing pleasure.

I grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes on me. “Don’t hide. Let me see you fall apart.”

Ezra’s lip wobbled, but his moans grew louder. His cock was leaking against my stomach, leaving wet trails.

“God, you’re mine,” I groaned, thrusting up into him so hard he screamed. “Say it.”

“I’m yours!” he cried. “Only yours—”

Possession burned through me. My sweet virgin, already ruined and begging for more. I’d never share him. Never.

“Good boy.” I kissed him rough, swallowing his cries as I fucked up into him harder, one hand choking lightly, the other spanking his ass red. His body shook, clenching around me like he was about to break.

“Dorian—I can’t—oh my God—I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” I ordered, thrusting deep.

He screamed my name, spilling hard all over my chest as his body convulsed. The sight of him falling apart on me, lips bitten bloody, eyes glazed with sin—it wrecked me.

I snapped my hips up once, twice, and came raw inside him, filling him until I couldn’t breathe.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. His small body collapsed against mine, boneless, sweaty, trembling. My arms wrapped around him tight, possessive.

Mine.

Always mine.

Ezra murmured against my neck, voice wrecked. “Dorian… that was… too much.”

I smirked darkly, kissing the top of his head. “No, Ezra. That was only the beginning.”