Chapter 126: Swallowed**
Tarah kissed Ezekiel’s lips, her movements slow and tender as she murmured, "I miss you..." Ezekiel couldn’t help but groan softly as she shifted, hovering on top of him. Her absence throughout the entire day had left her longing for him, and Ezekiel found himself unable to sneak away as he usually would, given that it was his coronation day.
"Tarah," Ezekiel huskily murmured as she began peppering his jaw with kisses, trailing down to his neck. Once again, Tarah’s inhibitions vanished, consumed by her desire to be intimately close to him in their final days together. She wanted to give him everything she could.
"Tarah, what’s gotten into you?" Ezekiel gasped, his voice filled with surprise as she removed his tunic, her actions becoming bolder by the second. Despite his question, she didn’t offer a response, instead focusing on peppering his neck with kisses while her hands roamed over his sturdy muscles. She trailed kisses wherever her hands touched, her desire to express her affection evident in her every movement.
"Tarah..." Ezekiel’s voice, laden with desire as he uttered her name, resonated deeply within Tarah’s being. Knowing she was pleasing him filled her with a sense of fulfillment. Playfully, she flicked her tongue over his hardened nipple, drawing a deep groan from him, before teasingly sucking on it.
Her hands moved down from his strong stomach, venturing southward until she reached his arousal. Tarah smiled, unconsciously shifting back to gaze at Ezekiel’s face. His eyes widened with desire as she gently stroked his hardness. "Tarah, are you trying to drive me crazy?" he murmured with a strained voice.
She smiled reassuringly and said, "No, I want to make you happy tonight, Kiel, so please let me. I really want to do this."
Ezekiel moved, sitting upright. "We shouldn’t. If you keep going, I might not be able to resist touching you and going further," he cautioned.
"But I’m willing to go further," she whispered. Losing her abilities didn’t matter if she could give herself completely to Ezekiel, body and soul. What if her plan failed? What if Devon... Tarah pushed away the disturbing thought. The idea of Devon consuming her entirely disgusted her beyond measure.
Her face drained of color as she realized the gravity of her thoughts. ’Levi!’ she mentally exclaimed, quickly banishing the thought and kissing Ezekiel passionately, hoping it would distract her enough not to think of Devon now.
Ezekiel seemed equally lost, his hands roaming over Tarah’s body. Before she knew it, his lips trailed kisses down her neck and chest, igniting a longing for more. She hardly noticed as he removed her nightgown, leaving her bare before him as she straddled his lap.
He gently lowered her onto the bed, hovering over her. Tarah’s body arched in response as Ezekiel tantalized her sensitive nipples, one with his mouth and the other with his hand. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Her body quivered, not with fear, but with intense pleasure. Each touch sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her, causing her to arch her back and moan softly as he continued to suckle her nipples alternately. She didn’t want him to stop; the pleasure was overwhelming, forming a tight knot in her stomach.