Bonded with Ezra (Love Unaccounted #3)

by Love Belvin

“Teach me something,” he proposed on a cool rasp.

I felt wounded by his insult. “Like what?”

Ezra’s head straightened while his eyes locked into mine....

“On the contrary, I can be taught at my age. What cannot be altered is my willingness to learn; that’s already covered. I want to love you, Alexis. The way you deserve to be loved. Just tell me what to do.”

“I want to submit to you,” he managed against my wild lashes.

“I fucking love you,” I spoke with my lips pressed into my teeth, trying to tamp down my emotions.

“I know, kitten, and I am so grateful for it.” His arms tightened around me, and mouth met my ear. He rasped, “I can’t lose it. I don’t want to share it or exploit it. I want to reciprocate it all.”

Alexis was my cynosure for happiness and holiness. For my ministry and destiny. She was a loaded gift that held all the cards.

Alexis: Hey. I know you’re working. You busy?

Me: No work reaches a capacity that you wouldn’t be a priority.

Me: Beloved, no matter how you swing this, you’re my wife until you leave or I die.

I needed that to be abundantly clear. Alexis was mine. This I was sure of. She should be as well.

Me: So long as it’s understood that I belong to you and you belong to me.

I was sure to word that correctly. My beloved had an issue with my unabashed possession. One that would not change. It was the only way I knew. Alexis was mine: mind, body, and soul.

Oh, shit… Big Thad got some big ones.

“Happy birthday, Alexis,” he breathed, but worded clearly. “It’s just after midnight.” Ezra cracked a one-cheek smile.

“You know—knew about my birthday?” I screeched, nose flaring.

“Of course I do. You’re my wif...

Ezra’s mouth dropped, and when I thought he was stumped, he spoke. “I do love you—dearly.”

With wide eyes, he uttered, “I am loving you like you do me right now. This is me, Alexis. Wide open. No façades. No masks. No guises. It is me. With you. In this moment. Melting into your loving spirit. Needing it.”

“No!” he gritted, looking down on me. “You can have it all, Alexis. It’s just…me.” His nostrils widened, his lips balled as he peered out into the gallery again, his arms astride me, palms planted against the glass. I felt cocooned by his tuxedo jacket. Protected. “This is the one thing I’ve yet to conquer. But I have it. I just don’t know how to express it in a way you’ll feel it.”

“You thought I’d take my wife in public where people can spectate? Beloved, I’ve done a lot of wild things in my past, but that is one thing you’ll never have to be concerned about being revisited with you. Your body is for my viewing pleasure only.”

“I’m yours?” I asked, knowing pre-split it would have been his closing statement.

Admittedly, I’d never been one for mawkish semantics when it came to sex, but I never imagined doing that with her. I had always cherished Alexis’ body and cared for her enough to think more of her presence in my world. My scalp tightened at the visual of the girl who loved everyone responsible for cherishing her without reciprocity. She deserved more than that.

Me: That is not what I do with you…with my wife. We have to come up with another name.

Me: Only if it’s understood when I take you, it is a spiritual experience. Every time I enter your sweet walls, I feel and see things in you…in me, for us.

Alexis: That was beautiful Ezra Poetic too Just don’t forget to grab my hair and smack my ass a few times when you fuck me…on occasion

Giddy. Was that what it felt like?

“Wherever your address is will always be my home.”

“I want to spend every night with you. I need to. I need the sleep. At home, the guest bedroom feels more foreign than that godforsaken double bed!”

“Then why not sleep in your bed in the master suite, Ezra?”

“Because it was christened as our bed, and if you’re not there, then rightfully...

“But you’d be in neither. I need you, Alexis.”

“You’re flawed...” She sobbed quietly.

Since we’re name calling…

“You’re my token of perfection.” I sto...

“We’re hopelessly...

‘The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it...

I choose life… “We’re irrevoca...

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“I miss you.”

“Do you want me to get her?”

but I had to be sure I could trust Ezra before I could love him freely.

You’re all I’ll ever want. All I need. You are my gift, Alexis. I wish you could understand that.”

In this kiss, I could feel his undying appeal to me. I literally tasted his unusual, but impassioned commitment to me. The ‘forever’ in his attachment to me. I felt his hand raise and graze over my belly. At first, I thought it was an accidental touch until his full palm caressed my flat abdomen.

“Ms. Remah put some food aside for you. Let me grab it and follow you back to the hotel to make sure you get in safely,” he rasped, his words falling with regret and anger.

“Beloved, I’m forty years old. I don’t think that’s a safe way to wake me up anymore,”

“Of course, I did. No one can please you better than you. And if they do, shame on you.” I cracked a smile.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself, because if I recall, I distinctly told you, your every pleasure comes from me.”

“Unless you are legally dissolved of me, your pussy still belongs to me. So, since you believe you can serve it better than I can, let’s see it. Show me.”