EZRA'S POV~My fingers delved into her curls, fisting her locks, holding her in place, wringing tiny gasps of pain and pleasure from her lips. "You're mine, Rosalie," I growled against her skin, trailing hot kisses down her jaw, her neck, claiming her fiercely. Her curves yielded to my rough touch, her body arching on the Calcutta marble. "Say it, Rosalie." My command burned in her ear. "You're mine, Rosalie. No other man will ever touch you." I nibbled on her earlobe, feeling her quake against my body. My other hand snaked down to cup her large breast, kneading her softness. "And now, my love, I'll claim this pussy with my hand.”My hand slipped between her thighs, her breath hitched as I dragged it upward. Her legs parted under my touch, and I knew she was mine, without her having to say the words. She was already wet for me. I slid my fingers over her silk panties, not rushing, feeling the heat of her core through her thin underwear. "You're soaked, my love," I chuckled in her ear
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